Ugly Womans Harem Code Novels & Stories

Iphan looked into her eyes "In bed, you mean" Summers said and pouted her lips invitingly afterwards "See? Who's the pervert amongst both of us?" Iphan said, tickling her sides and causing her to laugh "Enough with the dirty talk, guys. Let's focus on why we're here. Y'all better start eating so the food will digest. The earlier, the better" Jhene said, reaching out to the hamper containing food which she had packaged for herself and Kane. The others had brought theirs too.

The glowing eyes increased through the darkness. Olivia holds the bloodied branch, her fingers shaking as the growls become louder through the forest. Victor wiped the sweat from his face, his blade raised. "Stay close," he ordered, his voice low. Olivia swallows hard, getting closer to him. “Do you have a plan?” Victor smirked; his eyes fixed on the moving shadows. “Survive.” Before she could respond, the wolves emerged; five beasts, each larger and more frightening than the last. Their black fur glow under the moonlight, and their sharp fangs shown as they moved.

Her soft thigh brushing mine underwater. The way her full tits rose and fell with that sharp little gasp. Fuck. At thirty-three, I had built a successful tech startup, fucked my share of beautiful women, but none of them compared to her. Emily. Ryan’s wife. My best friend’s wife. The one woman I was never supposed to want this badly. Her body was a goddamn masterpiece—those heavy, perfect breasts, the way her wide hips swayed when she walked, that juicy ass I’d jerked off thinking about for years. And those hazel eyes that pretended to be innocent while hiding filthy secrets. I knew she felt it too. The air crackled whenever we were near each other.

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

Not that it had worked before but maybe three was a charm. In the harem, everyone had their rooms but a communal bath and toilet. Both facilities were large, had running water hot and cold, and were diligently cleaned every other hour or so. As I rounded the corner to the baths, I tripped and fell skinning my knee. Rather I was tripped. Four harem women stood, glaring at me unrepentantly, I couldn't tell who had done it. I didn't even know their names. What could I have possibly done to warrant that?

“A what?” Keilor shook his head slowly. “She could be nothing else. I’m certain of it.” Jayems swore and got to his feet, pacing with barely controlled frustration. Charmers possessed a special pheromone, a mutation on the human norm. It had little effect on human men but caused the Haunt males, with their more sensitive noses, to become their mindless slaves.

One of the girls- dressed in even more revealing garments than the one of the Madame’s appeared with glasses. Madame- Ella - instructed her to attend to the back room and said. "Right. They're in the back room, you know your way. Call Liz if you need anything." She looked at Oliver then "And you, my big boy. Enjoy yourself in my, I like to call it, Chamber of Fantasies." Oliver was starting to feel more like he was in the Chamber of who's the biggest con artist in this room. They were led then to the back rooms. The girls left them and Oliver caught the smoke even before entering the room. When the door opened, Oliver paused.

5. Inheritance Whore Chapter One I signed the contract two days ago in my grandfather’s lawyer’s stuffy office. The paper was thick, the ink black and final. To get my inheritance—the billion-dollar trust fund that was supposed to be mine on my twenty-second birthday—I had to become their shared whore for one full month. My three cousins: Tristan, Louis, and Damien. The entitled, gorgeous bastards who’d always looked at me like I was something to devour. If I refused, the money went to charity. If I accepted, I belonged to them completely. Mouth, cunt, ass, every hole, every hour they wanted me. No limits. No safe words. Just raw, filthy use.

I pause my thought then turn at her. "I guess so," I smile, then go back to doing what I was doing. "No-no-no that is not ripe yet. You want it to be completely red or at least light read. LIKE THIS, see? Leave the green ones for the next batch. You and you there come here! We need twenty more wives over here. Good, like that. Nice, bring them to be cured," yells a middle aged wife, instructing some other new girls --me and many others.