The Concubine Is A Man Novels & Stories

The bastard's sweat-soaked face glistens under the dim light, his eyes darting wildly. The disgusting pig's enraged. “Stop moving.” I seethe as my hands work to tighten the knots behind his back. The door creaks open, and my eyes snap up to see the concubine slip in. Quietly shutting the door and locking it behind her, she grabs a jagged shard of glass. It glints under the lights. I feel Genovese tense up underneath me but he's the least of my worries now. “What the hell are you doing here?” I demand with a glare.

She is just too good and pure. Seeing the disbelief on people’s faces, Lady Mingue grunts with frustration, hating herself for agreeing to play the Concubine’s games. Everyone here thinks the Concubine innocent, not aware of how dark the woman can be. But she is not going down for this. “I am not lying!” she snaps defensively, her expression furious. Concubine Su’s servant told my servant.

When he opened it, there was a video of a man and woman entwined, both of them without clothes on. The woman was moving constantly on top of the man, humming a cry of pleasure from the corner of her mouth, while the man was lying beneath her body, his eyes vacant. This couple of a man and a woman was Larry and Wanda.

“But I doubt that this will lead to sex.” Queen Miranda mood changed immediately, “you intentionally aroused me to cloud nine then dare to tell me that you do not think, think what exactly?” “I'm sorry, baby.” The demon uttered. “Sorry, won't solve this mystery.” “You haven't responded to my proposal yet and moreover you are somebody wife, a queen.” “In as much that, Kings have the right to keep concubines and consort aside their legal wife. I also think that, I'm also eligible for the task.”

Puzzled, she couldn't help but ask him "What?" He looked into her eyes as his gaze turned serious which made her a little fidgety. He spoke up indifferently "I will be your only man. No concubines and no other fishes. I will not accept that." Her lips twitched. Her mouth hung open forming a cute 'O' as she wondered 'Is this man for real? What the hell is this? I was expecting him to ask for something serious, materialistic, dowry, and whatnot but here he is asking me to abandon my future concubines which do not even exist till now,' She smirked slightly, 'Well, what concubine? What other fish? This man is too hard to resist. If he is the deal then I can suffer some losses.''

Draco asked the old man standing nearby, "Who is this?" "Oh, this woman is the concubine," the old man shook his head. "They say she gave birth to three daughters in a row and couldn't produce a son. Because of that, this man decided to demote her from wife to concubine. He plans to marry someone else in the future. This woman caused a scene during the wedding procession, and now they seem to have encountered each other here at the market." After hearing this, Emma glanced at the man beside her. Indeed, a young and beautiful woman was beside him, her gaze disdainfully fixed on the woman lying on the ground.

The curve of her pale, slender neck catches the moonlight, and she pouts up at the domineering man. "My alpha, we've been looking everywhere for you," she whimpers, sauntering toward him. The tension in the back of his neck releases as he catches her scent. I recognize it as well. Rebecca, one of his concubines. His favorite, from what I can recall. She's in his ear and his bed, even more than the Luna. I'm caught in the doe brown of her eyes as her gaze shifts between us, a knowing smile curving her red-painted lips.

Or he can decide to legally get married to his mate as Ella and Ivar did with each other. In the eyes of the law, a wife is equal in status to a mate but a concubine isn't. She is four–five notches below a wife and a mate. Which makes me wonder why a beautiful she-wolf like Victoria would choose to be a concubine rather than wait for her own mate.

Fortunately, I had a condom in my wallet; in fact, Janine had given it to me as good luck, but I figured I might as well use it. I opened the condom and slid the rubber down my length as she watched, and I couldn't help but notice the curiosity and worry in her eyes. I take great pride in my manhood, and every woman I've slept with has expressed satisfaction and joy after experiencing "Ram's rod." I assured her that everything would be fine if she would just relax for me, and I climbed back onto the bed with her. I positioned myself on top of her, and I think I'm going to lose my mind with the desire I was feeling for her. There is this intense desire to feel her inside.

“He’s been forgetting his manners lately. I’m Devin Crighton, his father. And this is Rachel Crighton, his wife.” “His wife?” Elizabeth exclaimed. “He hasn’t told me that he was married.” Oh blast it! Exactly what he needed. Why hadn’t his father shut his big mouth? This was getting even worse than he had expected. “It must have slipped off my mind,” he dismissed and could have bitten his tongue when he caught the stricken look Rachel gave him. Oh hell! He’d forgotten about another detail. They had agreed that the women he was supposed to date should have been involved in the conspiracy as well. But he had found it too complicated to explain things and had simply asked her out – on a