Sex Stories Harem Novels & Stories

10 Damien. There’s a kind of peace that comes right after sex. Not the romantic, pillow-talk kind. I’m talking about the deep, animalistic silence when your body’s wrecked, your mind’s blank, and your chest is still rising like you’ve just fought a war and barely made it out. That’s the kind of peace I had, wrapped around Lila in my bed, sweat drying on our skin, her leg hooked lazily over my hip. The sun hadn’t even fully risen. My blackout curtains made sure of that.

“Because in Havermouth, people are very intolerant of what they consider to be deviant sexual behavior.” “Three guys f-king one girl at the same time are a bunch of studs, but if they also f-k each other, they’re deviant?” She paraphrased. “God, people are f-ked up. Girls can’t ever win, can they? We’re always prudes or sluts. There is no such thing as an acceptable level of sexual behavior for us. I mean no one’s out there going, you go girl, three guys, wow, you must be good in bed. You’re not my… my… harem,” she enjoyed that word, grinning around it. “No, you’re not my harem. I’m the Triquetra’s slut though. That’s not really very fair, is it?”

I ask, lazing around in my bed instead of reading the books that Harbin had left me. Then, I trail my fingers on Theo’s chest. He is still heaving after a powerful orgasm. He shifts his body towards me and interlaces his legs on mine. He places his hand on my back and pulls me closer to him so that my stomach is touching his hard one. “They did,” he answers. “Who is it?” “A servant of one of the harem women who is not successful to bear me a child.” I flinch, but instead, he traps me on his arms and legs. “Now that the harem building burned, where is your harem going to stay?”

he gasped, hips jerking as he spilled into the condom, every twitch of her orgasm milking the release from him. He collapsed over her, panting into her neck, the scent of sex thick in the air. They lay tangled in sweat and heat, chests rising and falling in sync. Outside, the city shimmered. Behind glass walls, the lights were still on. Perhaps someone across the way had watched. Mia smiled to herself. Let them.

I clutched the back of his head, grinding against his mouth, unable to stop myself. His stubble scraped my thighs as his fingers joined his tongue, and I was already shaking. My legs trembled. My moans turned desperate. “Aaron, fuck, please…” “You like that?” he asked, voice rough, lips slick. “I want more,” I panted. “I want all of you.” “Good,” a second voice said from the hallway. Feminine. Smoky. Dangerous. “Because I’m not letting you have him alone.” My head snapped toward the voice.

As their orgasms abated, Damon rolled to the side between both women, who curled up on either side of him, and all three fell asleep. ⸻ The smell of sex hung heavy in the air as Damon opened his eyes and stretched his arms over his head. Both women were still asleep with him in the middle. Bree’s arm lay draped across his chest, while Julia’s hand rested on his upper thigh with her fingers lightly gripping his soft penis.

I sat down on the throne before Maric blackwood came forward again and said "I think we all know the first and most important step for our queen here to take. Queen Aurora of Eldrador needs to choose her partners." Yes, you heard that right. In Eldrador, as well as many other kingdoms across the oceans, when a woman becomes queen, she is entitled to choose four men to be her husbands. This was because these four men must complete the four elements ( earth, spirit, water and sword) In ancient history, the union of these four noble men would form a sacred bond and ensure the kingdom's prosperity. These men would be hand picked by me at a traditional event where these men from four different pa

CONTENT: Bdsm, rough sex, submissive, sex toys. CHAPTER 1 Sarah pulled up in front of the warehouse building but didn’t shut the engine off. The building was one of three in a nondescript industrial complex in central Pinellas County. Ten bays to a building, with some businesses taking up more than one bay. Nothing remarkable about it, except that it was nine o’clock on a Friday night, and there were at least thirty cars clustered around one particular bay while the rest of the complex lay desolate and dark. A sign over the door simply read Axis.

And I would not put up with his shit this time around. We had shared women before, fuck we had shared men before, neither of us caring. We may be siblings, but sex was sex! If it was good for the Egyptians, the Greeks, fuck, it was good for the Targaryen's! And it's not like they didn't thrive; the bastards had dragons.

He kissed me hungrily, buried himself deep inside me, and held my trembling body tightly to him. When I felt his hot sperm flooding my womb, I lifted my dilated eyes up to look at him. “I've never been happier for a creampie,” I said with a satisfied smile. Henri chuckled. “If it works, you will get more.” I laughed at his suggestive tone and attempted to shift him off. But then, I caught sight of several people standing a short distance away from the Bentley, their eyes locked onto us. “Henri,” I called out sharply, my breath caught in my throat as I noticed Rahl, Alexander, the woman performing the ritual, and many more.