Spider Man Harem Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I remembered his mouth on my neck last night, nipping, sucking, sending sparks straight to my core. My hand moved of its own accord, sliding up my thigh, pushing the hem of my pencil skirt higher. The fabric whispered against my skin, cool air kissing the exposed flesh. I traced the edge of my stockings, garters still clipped from the day, and imagined Noah's rough palms doing the same slow, deliberate, building the need until I begged.

“And if you still have feelings for him, we can always try a harem. I’m not against sharing… though I have to warn you.. I don’t play nice like he does.” I nearly choked on air but Asher leaned in closer, his voice turning low, rough, and shamelessly filthy. “I’d fuck you so much better than he ever could. I’d bend that pregnant little body of yours over every surface in this room and ruin you until you forget his name entirely... I’d give you the kind of revenge that leaves you shaking. And when I’m done, you’ll thank me for taking you away from that weak little snake who couldn’t even keep his own wife satisfied.”

He fucked me slow and possessive, his eyes locked on mine the entire time, as if reminding me who I belonged to first. I came twice before he finally emptied himself inside me, marking me as his again. Afterwards, we lay tangled together, his hand gently stroking my hair. “The Harem wants more,” he said quietly. “They’re talking about expanding the circle. Introducing new regular Daddies. Bigger parties. They want to see how far you can go with me there to watch and direct.” I felt the Queen stir inside me, a warm, seductive pulse between my legs at the thought.

Zane’s amber eyes burn, rogue curiosity turning feral. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he mutters. They know I’m a woman in Cillian’s body, but seeing me...her...in the flesh? It’s like they’ve been hit with a lust spell. My own desire spikes, pussy already wet at their stares. This is it, my ultimate fangirl fantasy! My harem, wanting me as me! “Don’t just stare,” I tease, voice playful, shedding Cillian’s shirt to reveal my curves fully. “Come get me.” The vault’s too exposed.

Even if he wanted to get with her, this wasn't how. I knew he and his friend had a sick Harem lifestyle where they shared a woman, but Jasmine wasn't meant for that, and trying to introduce her into that lifestyle the way they did was unacceptable, and I planned to punish them for it. They will be lucky if they keep their dicks after I am through with them. "Aeron," Jasmine moaned, still in the tub, and I gently stroked her hair. "It will soon be over, princess. Just a little longer, and you will be fine," I said, and she nodded with tears and longing in her eyes. Fuck! She was beautiful.

On the first day of college, I became Bellingham University's most infamous 'serial dumpee'. Whether it was the graceful upperclassman or the cold, stunning campus queen, every girl who went on a single date with me would, without fail, leave me for my roommate Blake Ramsey by the very next day. Blake rocketed to the top as every girl's golden boy. He juggled his growing roster of admirers like a pro. Every day, he shoved another stack of curated dating profiles into my hands. "Buddy, don't let one bad apple scare you off. The next one will be even sweeter. You have to keep chasing true love!" I believed him and set my sights on an adorable freshman, but she broke up with me without a se

(Senior Disciple John) Inside the crowds outside the Aeternum Auction House, a few particular figure with a very questionable appearance as well as demeanour were sitting on the park bench, they were looking at the big Holographic Projector that were showing the live broadcast of the Auctions. These people were wearing, what many can call, a Ninja like outfits with a twist of middle east influence on them, but despite the odd mixed of the outfits, they were all have the appearance of a clear Asian looks, naturally since this is Fantasma, all of them have the features of fantasy on them. These people were actually coming from a famed organization call, The Spider, a professional Assassin/Shad

SM and Sparrow had the kind of relationship Judd hoped to find, and he'd followed the blog faithfully, asking questions and making comments on various postings. Eventually, Judd learned that SM was local, living in West Palm Beach, and he'd taken the chance of introducing himself by way of private message. Sparrow's Master was the online name of Graham Crenshaw, a newspaper journalist in his day job, and the older man had been open to the idea of meeting with Judd. The two had struck up a friendship, meeting occasionally over coffee while the older man mentored Judd in the BDSM lifestyle. Since coming under Graham's tutelage, Judd had experienced a few successes, but had thus far failed t

“Agreed, Father, we shouldn’t. They are meant to be my divine mates, chosen by the Goddess, but what if their families told them to keep their mouths shut and enter and do everything that they are told, and no one needs to know more, it would get caught, but the others that live in close proximity, it would be over time hard to hide. But they're not going to really want to be helpful in my heat cycles, where my sperm bank idea could help, but they still would find themselves attacked and even killed once the others find out, unless we find options for them.” “Hmm, what if they are only willing to provide to the sperm bank until they know for sure the pool is 25 males, right? We start the Har

“You kissed him, didn’t you?” I choked, coughing so hard my eyes watered. “W-What, no it wasn't like that,” Matt rolled his eyes. “Come on, dude. Everyone saw. You looked like you wanted to, like, eat his face.” I buried my face in my hands, groaning. “It was a dare.” “Sure,” Matt said, snorting. “And I’m secretly Spider-Man.” I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. “I don’t have to control who he talks to,” I muttered through my hands.