Novel & Cerita Sex Stories Harem

The seclusion of the room, separate from the others, made us feel safe to do so without fear of being noticed by the grandmother or the inn staff. "I need to cum...! Please stop!" I pleaded as the thrusts came again. I couldn't expect much from him because he didn't seem to care at all. He continued to thrust his hips, forcing me to remove his dick from my pussy. "Ooh..." My body trembled and convulsed as the fluid gushed out. It felt so good, it made me think sex was the best thing I'd ever experienced in my life. ***

Anger, pure anger was written all over her face. "I'm not a slut, neither do I look like some possession from an Harem. I know my worth and I have my reasons for agreeing to have sex with you for two nights. I've endured the first night, but for tonight I won't be able to endure, a doggy style! Really? Do I really look like a sex object to you?" She barked out angrily. "I'm kind of shocked you know what an Harem is, have you ever been to one? No, I doubt that, but how do you know about Harems." I asked, raising my eyebrows up.

His shock was obvious, but he remained silent, choosing not to ask about it anymore. "So anger will help me turn?" he asked. "It could, but sex can too, if it's deep and primal." I smiled. This got his attention. He loved sex, especially with me. On Xanthea, all royal females are Sirens and are allowed to have harems of as many men and women as she chooses, This is their norm.

I couldn't throw her out, she was my mate, but at the same time, I couldn't just ignore what she had done. After Donovan left, I was boiling. I knew that I needed to do something to cool off, and I knew that there was only one thing that could do that. I summoned my harem, and within minutes, the women arrived in my chambers, ready to satisfy me. The harem of women were all dressed in nothing but lingerie, leaving little to the imagination. They were all different sizes and shapes, but each one of them was beautiful in their own way. Some had long, flowing hair that cascaded down their shoulders, while others had short, curly hair that framed their faces. Their bodies were toned and sleek, a

It landed everywhere. The smell was strong, deeply repulsing and yet... there was a wrong thrill. I kept my eyes shut tight, squeezing them like that could make it all disappear. My thoughts, my feelings, the humiliation. Everything. Leo did not stop until he spurted out all his seeds, and while my eyes remained shut, he grabbed my hair suddenly, fingers twisting deep at the roots. He yanked hard, and the pain shot sharp across my scalp, burning like fire. "Open your eyes, Sarah," he whispered hoarsely, breath hot against my ear. "See what a good cum bucket you have become."

Without a stable kingdom, it was hard to call it a harem, so I just met them and had sex with them as I liked. At the same time, it happened less between Hailey and I-as though she was fifty-six and possessing the perfect, sexually arousing body of a twenty-four year old, she had the same sex drive of an older woman, and could go for long without it, allowing me to engage in my infidelities as much as I wanted. It was one night that she came on strong upon me, trying hard to get sex from me while I refused, particularly hating her that night. After trying unsuccessfully to coerce me, she lay next to me and heaved a sigh.

The stage is filled with half naked girls dancing around the polls just to satisfy men. Some had such glimmers on their face that could make men bow on their feet. It was a brothel. A woman and a man sat by the corner chatting and drinking. They seem to be serious with their talks. "So, here is the payment," the man the suitcase to the woman with a smirk on his dirty face. He has that kind of old and ugly face that made every women who sees him almost puke. This man also has a pot belly with a weird shape of himself.

Emma lay on the rumpled sheets, chest still heaving, legs trembling from the aftershocks. Jax’s cum leaked slowly from her swollen pussy onto the expensive bedding. She felt filthy, satisfied, and more alive than she had in years. The bedroom door opened. Lena stepped in, eyes bright with excitement, followed by two more girls from the party, Sophie and Mia. Jax stood at the foot of the bed, still gloriously naked and half hard again. “Damn,” Lena said, taking in the sight of her best friend thoroughly fucked. “You really went for it.”

Splashing water on her face, she smoothed her hair, pulse racing. The door clicked open, Henry's voice calling her name. She forced a smile, the taste of Alex's cum lingering on her tongue, her body still humming with forbidden heat. Their secret burned brighter, promising more stolen nights.

CHAPTER 51. THE RELENTLESS STORM SELENE'S POV "Fuck, fuck." The word tears from my throat, a raw, ragged sound, yet it’s drowned out, absorbed by the relentless rhythm of his body against mine. I’m crying out loud, guttural pleas, desperate whimpers, but he doesn’t give me a chance to breathe, not even a single, fleeting gasp. He moves faster, a primal force, pounding into me, slamming his hips against mine with an unyielding power that leaves me breathless and utterly consumed. The sound of our skins, slick with sweat and desire, is getting louder, a wet, rhythmic slapping that echoes through the room. It’s much, *much* wetter than before, a lewd, visceral symphony that reverberates through