What Harem Novels & Stories

"Share Via." "What? Are you crazy?" He spoke loudly, confusing my assistant principal. I despised these glass office spaces. I simply waved her off. "I said, what if we shared her?" I repeated. "I heard what you said the first time, Nathaniel," he said, looking out the window and back at me. "Explain." "Alright, Ben fucking explained to me that back in the day, dudes had harems," I said, shaking my head in disbelief. In our case, it would be four men and one woman, resulting in a reverse harem," I said, feeling the weight of the idea.

I managed to ask. "Believe me, Shemika, you'll love it. This isn't a punishment, this is an opportunity for us to explore and to be explored." Synn chuckled lightly then she continued, "Everything inside that room is about intimacy. The experiences are luxurious. Just think of it as a safe, secret hideaway for passionate moments.” She paused to swallow the lump of excitement that's tugging in her throat. “Shemika, that room is filled with sweetness mixed with danger, but it's fun all the way, come-on it's a harem night, baby girl" Synn couldn't just control her excitement and I'm still surprised why she's so obsessed with harem. Slowly, she's making me feel the sweetness of it all and I was

"Interesting. You want to dig in the dirt instead of wearing fancy clothes and looking pretty?" "There's a lot more to it than looking pretty..." "So you don't like sex?" He cut me off. "I do, but not like that." "Are you asexual?" Is he even listening to me? Talking to him is futile. "Most women in the harem are actually bisexual, with a few lesbians. You need to explore a bit to figure out what you are." "I know what I am and what I want." "Are we playing dom-sub in my bed?" His stupid, irrelevant question confused me.

She makes a face, like she knows that’s not quite right. “Hens,” I tell her. “Hence… I didn’t know he was the Alpha.” She thought I was segueing into another thought; I let it go. She still doesn’t know that female chickens are called hens, and I’m okay with that. “Well, Emily, it sounds like you and Barbara both have all the reasons in the world to kill one another. Tell you what, why don’t we put you both in bikinis, get a big vat of Jell-O, find a couple of spare medieval mauls, and see what happens?”

I nodded, slowly sipping the finest espresso I had ever had in my life. “Wyatt, I have chosen you to be part of my harem.” “I heard that part. I don't know what that means, but I did hear that part.” “It means a lot of things. It means I am asking you to be part of my family, my love, my life, for as long as you live. You will never need anything, never want for anything. You want a blonde? A brunette? Both? You got it. Just like this library. And more. You will never yearn for dig sites. You will never beg yourself to go back to study. It will all be right here, for you. It means that I will love you as my own, my darling sweet archaeologist.”

That was precisely what a harem is meant for. "What do you mean by you think he sleeps with her?" I asked, and She smiled. "I know it says harem, but they never touch us. The Alpha, Beta and Gamma don't sleep with us. We are hopeful it will happen one day, but it doesn't. We just keep them company, throw parties and all the fun stuff except sex, of course, that's all," Katya said, and that was interesting. I looked at Avery and smiled because I guess the Beta had broken his personal code with her. Her cheeks coloured, knowing what I was thinking.

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?

“Because in Havermouth, people are very intolerant of what they consider to be deviant sexual behavior.” “Three guys f-king one girl at the same time are a bunch of studs, but if they also f-k each other, they’re deviant?” She paraphrased. “God, people are f-ked up. Girls can’t ever win, can they? We’re always prudes or sluts. There is no such thing as an acceptable level of sexual behavior for us. I mean no one’s out there going, you go girl, three guys, wow, you must be good in bed. You’re not my… my… harem,” she enjoyed that word, grinning around it. “No, you’re not my harem. I’m the Triquetra’s slut though. That’s not really very fair, is it?”

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"Because you will become the target of jealousy. The concubines will torn you apart if they did not like you There shouldn't be jealousy in the Harem, but well... A woman's heart can't help but feel jealousy." The Harem was nothing as I imagined. I always imagined that there were hundreds of beautiful women waiting to accompany the King or Prince in bed, and they wore revealing clothes and learned to dance. It wasn't like that. A harem was a "lady's castle." Only women live here. Men are forbidden. And the purpose of the Harem was to produce the members of the royal family. There were not hundreds of concubines, as people say. The King only had 39 concubines, while the Prince had 11, includi