Reverse Harems Novels & Stories

Nate I’d been with a lot of girls in my time but I’d never seen an ass as nice as hers. I’ll never forget the look on her face when I turned over the last two cards. Now her perfect little ass was grinding my cock like a pro. I was glad I’d decided to wear a thin pair of nylon shorts. The friction of her rubbing up and down my dick in her short little dress almost made me shoot my load. When she first sat down on my lap she was hesitant, but as the game went on she lowered her defenses. After I moved my chair away from view, Sarah’s grinding became more urgent. I don’t know how I was able to keep it together. I have to admit, a part of me felt a little guilty about moving in on Joshua’s girl

She tried to remind herself that no one was going to be killed, that this wasn’t a real battle, but there was nothing feigned about the cat-like maneuvers and powerful strikes of the Haunt. A man was finally dragged, swearing, off his mount. Several women screamed as the Haunt swarmed over him, and only Jayems’ hand on her forearm kept her in her seat. Incredibly, the black sea seemed to struggle for several long seconds, and at least one Haunt drew back with a roar of rage before the warrior was bound and drug off. The procedure was repeated until only six riders and precious few Haunt remained. “They’re fighting under a handicap,” Jayems explained, perhaps trying to distract her. “If not f

Robert asked Sophia about the Nairobi residency with real curiosity and she explained it with the particular energy she had for things she loved and he listened with complete attention. Afterward, while Marcus and Julian argued about something in the living room and Margaret and Robert talked quietly in the kitchen, Sophia and I stood on Margaret's small back porch in the December cold. She leaned against the railing looking at the dark garden. "This is strange," she said. "Good strange." "Yes." She turned to look at me. "In the first life I spent three Christmases trying to fit into a room that was designed to exclude me. Eleanor at the head of the table cataloguing my failures." She looked

Four years had passed, yet their relationship remained stagnant, unable to progress beyond a simple peck on the forehead. Alaric's disdain for Harley was rooted in his memories of their past. He couldn't understand why her scent, once tantalizing, now repulsed him. Desperate to salvage their relationship, Harley turned to the black market, purchasing a powerful aphrodisiac from a foreign national from Country C. Harley navigated the dimly lit alley, her eyes scanning the crowded stalls. She had heard whispers of a black market vendor selling rare, potent aphrodisiacs. Harley's determination to secure Alaric's affections drove her to take risks.

I was jerked back to the present by a hand tapping lightly on my shoulder. "Stop daydreaming," my father snapped as he stared down at ms. "We're here." I looked out the window to see that a small chapel stood before us. It was elegant and looked private. This was definitely the kind of place where inconvenient marriages quietly took place. The chauffeur opened my door. I stepped out and instantly began to stretch my legs which were stiff from the journey. My father took a step closer to me in order to straighten my tie one last time.

Rimidal's voice boomed throughout the large room. In an instant, about half a dozen beautiful women came strolling over to them from different parts of the room. As they neared, Charlotte found herself taking a step closer to Rimidal. There was no mistaking that crimson gleam of their eyes. Rimidal did have a true harem of his own in his home. Each of these girls were vampires and there was no telling how long they had been there. Or if they had been captured the way Charlotte had and then eventually turned.

Knowing that they had trackers buried somewhere in their body and that there was no second chances when caught, no slave in the harem ever try to run and when they received new members, they try to warn them never to run. Some listened and some didn't. But no slave had ever successfully escaped the clutches of Czarna Pantera. Ashley on arrival was ready to start learning the dos and don'ts of this new hell but she was shocked when she was allocated her own room with bathroom and toilet attached, a wardrobe filled with clothes even though there was nothing decent about them, shoes, wigs, make up….the works. The harem was located In the desert mountains and built like a high school with classe