Star Wars Harem Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then my door slid open and the maids troops in with their gazes cast down to the floor, clothes on their arms. This was it. Tonight, I wasn't just going to be the Queen of Eldrador, I'm going to be married to four different men of my choosing. And I hope that I make the right choices.

Chapter 160: Epilogue: Beneath the Endless Stars A year passed in a swift blur, and yet for Hana and Jarrel, every moment together was carefully etched in the timeless landscape of memory. Hana had taken over the role of an Alpha and they had rebuilt their lives with dedication, each morning a fresh start, and each evening a quiet promise renewed under the glow of a full moon. Now as they sat on the hill overlooking their land, the same land they had once fought to protect, they found a peace that neither had ever imagined.

he does that and Astrid tries to calm her racing heart again. "So I just come here and I am supposed not to care when I am not around? I know you are the king. I do know! But... No one wants to share their loved one..." Astrid covers her mouth, realizing what she just stayed. Loved... Loras stares at her, his face frozen in shock. "Hypothetically!" Astrid shouts and Loras laughs at her embarrassment. "Well, hypothetically, I don't think anyone can. This is why the harem is created the way it is. So no love can flourish. Favorites have wealth and status as long as they give up love. It has worked so for decades."

Lucern straightens from his crouch, his guilty eyes meeting mine. “You are the reason that Jamari is trapped in the Fae Realm with Gods knows who.” I continue. “And you are the reason that now when we get her back she will be bringing another mate to join our growing harem.” Fire licks across my skin as the anger buried deep within me grows. “Congratulations on throwing your mate straight into the arms of yet another that you will inevitably have to share her with.”

“With all due respect, Luna, these reforms would make us nothing more than stud animals. The Harem has always been about more than just reproduction.” Riley watched Sabrina’s face carefully, noting the slight tightening around her eyes. She was preparing for battle. “The Harem has also been about death,” she replied, her voice steady. “Seventeen men in the last twenty years across allied packs. All recorded as accidents or honourable duels.” The room fell silent. Riley could hear his own heartbeat thundering in his ears. “Those were isolated incidents,” Elder Marcus insisted, though his voice lacked conviction. “Were they?” Sabrina’s gaze swept across the assembled males. “How many of you ha

I said, pulling back. “When did you become such a scaredy-cat? Aren't you tired of staying cooped up with these old women? In case you have forgotten, we're harem girls and some of these women's husbands are officials. Haven't you seen the glares they've been shooting us? They think we're sleeping with their husbands.” I swallowed and followed her. Good thing the women accusing and insulting Mila hadn't happened in this dimension.

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?”

I snorted a laughter. “Leave me alone girl. If he can have fun, I can too.” “And your definition of fun is sex right?” “Mmhmm.” she nodded with a smile. “We might as well just have an open marriage. What's left?” she said and quickly looked at her ringing phone. “My Uber is here. Catch you later sis. Masturbate all you want, I’ve hidden cameras all over your room.” she laughed and hurried off before I could finish yelling, “I don't mastur…!”

SCARLETT “Tell me you’ve got news?” Maeve practically pushed the stylist out of her way as I walked into the studio, “tell me you’ve worked some magic and bridged the gap between me and the love of my life?” I couldn’t tell her any of those things. The only gap I’d bridged between her and the love of her life was that between mine and his genitals while we engaged in aggressively wild and degrading sex. “I’m sorry, Maeve, I don—”

He growled and stood up from the bed, backing away from me. My dazed eyes met Felix who was just at the entrance of the room, seemingly enthralled by what he'd just witnessed. Just like Dante, there was a tent in his pants but he barely made any notice. Before I realized, Dante was in front of me again and this time, he was motioning for me to get to my knees. I did as I was told, my gaze trained in on his every movement, awaiting my next command. He called Felix and the latter walked into the room, his eyes on my body and the unadulterated lust in his eyes. It was clear what their intentions were, I was a slut and they were going to use me like one. My pussy grew even wetter at the thought.