Ugly Womans Harem Code Novels & Stories

You could see her belly bulging every time they thrust. “Oh my god I’m cumming so hard!” she wailed. “I’m such a dirty Luna whore!” I was on my hands and knees right next to her, taking three cocks at once — pussy, ass, and throat. The rogue in my throat was so deep my neck visibly bulged. “These two Blackmoon bitches were made for us,” one growled. They fucked us for over an hour in the living room, switching positions constantly. Rita was especially vocal and filthy now:

Krazy I opened my eyes and as I saw him taking off his clothes, for some reasons I couldn't really explain, my blood was filled with bitterness but I couldn't stop it. She wasn't mine alone and I really shouldn't care how many wolves get to fuck her. But I sure as hell couldn't stay and watch even if I wanted to. Sucre was among my harem and we gets to fuck ladies; threesome, foursome along with Dustin. Though it was more like my curse, I couldn’t do without spicing thing up. I fuck my women with my harem to enjoy it even better…. My harem was wild!

"Where are the other women?" Once, Damon's father had a harem of slaves and tributes filled with the finest women he could get his disgusting hands on. Those who hadn't faded over the years, hadn't escaped, or been killed by the former king, Damon had freed. Along with every other captive the wolves had held, though wolves didn't usually like to keep prisoners in the first place unless they served a purpose. "There are none. Men, women, or otherwise." He took a step closer to her, and Scar tensed but didn't move away. "You're the only one. We haven't seen a witch in a while, but here you are "

“Just try not to scare off our mate. We’re used to your crazy, but it takes time to get used to, so tone it down will ya!” He scoffs. “If our mate can’t handle me then maybe she isn’t the right one. I’m not going to pretend to make anyone happy.” Yep you heard right. We are looking for a mate to share between us. Betas are only able to reproduce once every ten years if they’re lucky. Which is another reason the packs are desperate for Omegas. An Omega in the pack brings the ability for our females to have more pups. The goddess blessed them with a high fertility gene, so when they take part in the pack ritual…which involves them, like all pack members, to add their blood to an elixir that bo

she called and we followed behind her at a distance, taking the passageway. There was a red-haired Omega straddling one of the warriors as he groaned and she moaned. He shot me a creepy smile, biting his lips. A cold chill hit me and I immediately looked away. There were many more similar scenes we passed which my eyes tried very hard to avoid. There were some rooms around and you could still hear screams and groans there. Is that all they do here? Have sex? Kia really wasn't exaggerating when she told me this. After walking for a while, deep into the Harem, the deeper we got, the nastier things we saw. Eyes raked us as we passed till we got to a small red-colored tent.

North lost track as Mariwyn wish-listed her harem, all composed of men North had never met and didn’t know how to visualize. Instead, she stroked the fabric and listened to Mariwyn, who was lost in her fantasy. For North, she had already found her harem, and she had no interest in expanding it, but she enjoyed seeing Mariwyn’s clear delight at the idea of bringing together all the men who interested her. She wasn’t certain if Orin’s sister would actually go through with it, or if it was simply all talk, but she was happy to introduce her to the notion—and even happier to accept the fabrics Mariwyn gifted her more than an hour later, including the pink material.

Hetha looked the most human out of all of our squad, with her curly red hair and freckles, her ears were easy to hide, and the hourglass frame and green eyes could be traits of any mortal around. “You and I both know that hiding our wings is second nature, we only show them when we need them.” She paused, “I am sorry that we didn’t run it by you first.” She added, sensing my anger.” “While the Berserkers are trying to get information from the target, we will use this downtime to train.” Hestia groaned, “Oh, come on, can’t we have fun for once? All we ever do is train and missions.” “And because of that, we have never been unsuccessful in a mission.” I pointed out.

The rain had slowed to a whisper by the time Amara found herself back in the study. The sky was a bruised gray, thick and low, pressing against the windows like it wanted to see everything inside. Inside, she felt the same weight she had felt all day—a quiet, tense gravity that seemed to pull at her chest.

Cindy, a cum-drenched wreck covered in sweat, milk, and drying semen, stood on the platform on shaky legs. “I have a special birthday wish,” she announced breathlessly. The twelve bulls and the guests cheered wildly. “I want all of you to breed me again… flood my married womb with your superior seed. And I want my pathetic cuck to watch every thick drop go inside me, then suck every single one of your big black cocks clean while he fucks his own ass like the desperate, broken bitch he is.” “Cuck, you must smile, thank your masters properly, and make that fluffy tail bounce for everyone.” Laughter and applause filled the room. Mark’s face flushed deep red with shame.

Wayne complained, drawing the attention of all the wolves present, as the three of us set foot in their camp “Aurora!” With his call, a woman approached us. She looked young, perhaps even close to my age, but every inch of her exposed skin bore some kind of scar. Some were just scratches, and others made it look like a whole sword had been plunged into her. Her face also had marks on her cheeks, chin, and near her eye, but I still found her beautiful, with her dark blonde hair framing her head in shoulder-length curls and amber eyes. “Send someone to fetch old Flora.” he ordered, handing me over to her as if I were nothing more than a rag doll “And search this girl; she comes from the Silver