Rise Of The Harem King の小説・ストーリー

"I can't stop it." I saw the way his gaze changed when I said his name. A longing buried deep inside of him that wanted to be let go. An instant later, though, he was re-focused. "You can," he encouraged. "And it's going to be worth the wait, princess. Breathe," he commanded, breathing deeply himself. I followed his lead and felt my orgasm building. I wasn't sure I was going to survive this one interaction, let alone survive future encounters if this was how these men played. "Do you want them inside of you?" "Yes."

I was doing it because I wanted to break free from the chains that had held me captive for years. I always thought that being a good wife and getting closer to God would free me from the bad karma of my past sins, and a priest asked me to be more private and avoid makeup that made me look like my old self. I thought if I did that, my marriage would run smoothly. Being a pious wife would lead my family on a loving path. But in reality, my husband didn't want a good and pious wife, he married me because he saw me as a woman who could fulfill all his sexual fantasies.

Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition. I couldn’t manage to breathe until I heard myself murmur, “No. No, no, no.” I dialed him immediately. He answered on the second ring. “Elara,” he greeted with warmth. “Tell me what I just saw on TV isn’t real.” He laughed. Laughed! “I knew you’d be the first to call.” “Alaric!” I snapped. “You’re the King of Averelle! You can’t just give that up! For......for.... a hotel receptionist?”

While his eyes may be on the tree there, with its arrow-shaped green leaves, his attention is entirely elsewhere. In some moments, he is back in the bed with Harper. In others, he is walking across a field to a farmhouse, his catch of fish hanging over his shoulder. In a few, he is a young king, recently crowned, mourning the loss of his brother while trying to do right by his father. “You need a harem,” Hector said. “A large and healthy harem reflects the status of the kingdom.” “Yes, father,” Caleb said then, as he so often did. He’d been eager to please, wanting to be the best King he could be to follow in his father’s footsteps.

Even the women in the harem don't feel safe. Speaking of the harem... There was a fight between Karen and that Gemma girl. Karen is among my favourites, and fights in my harem are as rare as walking fish. That places Gemma at fault. I can't remember any of the seven girls that the Queen Mother sent with her, but she has done so much that I now even know her name, both good and bad. But the most recent, the rumour about her and me has to be the last straw. That the King of Suro has fallen for an Omega...

His thumb slides from my cheek, lingering just long enough to make my skin burn. “How then, will you please me, little one? Do you even know how to serve a king?” he asks quietly. The weight of his gaze makes my knees go weak. “In case you don’t know, I despise businesses that do not satisfy me.” I swallow hard, heart thudding. “I-I… I can learn, my king.” He smirks. “Learn?” Then, his voice drops to a low, lethal growl. “If you fail, little one… I might hand you to my soldiers. They’ll make good use of inexperienced girls like you. I have no appetite for amateurs in my harem.”

And that voice… That voice was growling at me, pissed off and impatient, and without a hint of warmth or compassion. “…Now keep your head down and don’t make any more trouble, or the King will have one less toy to play with in his little harem, do you understand?” Harem? King? What the hell was going on? But I couldn’t ask—I’d already fought those hands, tried to scream around the gag. The side of my head throbbed where someone had struck me and growled at me to shut up.

"Enough. The king's business is not your concern. If I hear of any more gossip or insubordination, rest assured, consequences will follow. Now disperse and remember your roles." As chief Dara left, the harem girls exchanged uneasy glances. The warning had been delivered, and the realization dawned that their words and actions were being closely monitored. The harem, once a place of friendship, had transformed into a delicate web of alliances and rivalries, and navigating it would require a delicate balance between discretion and loyalty. ****** While Adriana and Alpha Abel were together she began to experience the unmistakable symptoms of morning sickness. Her face turned pale, and she clutc

At that time, we were prosperous, and no one dared to challenge us. My thoughts wandered for a moment, recalling how the girls from other packs envied our strength, wishing to be part of the alpha king's pack. I knew that after the old king's death, Alpha Valentim had married many women, sealing old alliances of his father. That was why his harem was so large. But even with so many women around him, everyone said he had not fallen in love with any of them. They were lonely, living under the same roof as him but never reaching his heart. I could hardly imagine how horrible it would be to share your partner with other women, yet those who applied to the harem seemed unconcerned. "You want to b

Horse carts loaded with goods traveled the streets, raising dust wherever the crinkly wheels stepped, loud boisterous chatter of the men and the quiet gossip of the women filled the evening air as workers returned to their homes for dinner. In the Palace, located in the center of the city… "My lord, I have come with a response from King Janus of Hvar kingdom." Emperor Julius who was reclining on a golden bench received the letter from his slave. He opened it with great anticipation and then burst out into laughter after reading its contents. "Oh my Zeus! What a man!" He exclaimed. "What's the problem, father?" Justus, one of Julius' many illegitimate sons, asks at the entrance.