Yuri Harem Novels & Stories

We took the bus to her shared apartment, and the moment we were inside her room, I threw my bag onto the floor and sat down on the chair behind the study desk. Jess’ room was pleasantly neat and tidy, with stacks of textbooks, and of course, BL manga and light novels, sitting on the desk. On her single bed were a few soft toys. Naturally, they were of male characters who had strong gay undertones from famous anime such as Sebastian and Ceil from Black Butler, Yuu and Mika from Owari no Seraph, Eren and Levi from Attack on Titan, and Yuuri and Victor from Yuri on Ice. I knew the characters because I had to suffer countless hours watching the anime with her.

She was produced from the spiritual aura in the Illusion Virtual World. Just when Darryl was still squeezing his brows, Yuri had put on her clothes. She asked softly, “I’ve never met the Lu Dongbin that you mentioned, but I have met other cultivators.” As she spoke, Yuri looked innocent. She continued, “I heard from the cultivators that only husbands and wives can look at each other’s body. Since you’ve seen my body, you are now my husband, right?”

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming.

Yellowish green eyes ran over every arc, dip and curve of my body leaving a searing trail of fire where they lay for too long. His arms flung me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing and I for the millionth time cursed trusting Lio's judgment and convincing skills. Why the heck did I think that wearing a backless turtleneck thigh-high body con was fine when I had, not one but three possessive Hulks as boyfriends? The fabric stuck to me like gorilla glue and in an uncomfortably, crude, tight way, it made my skin crawl as I felt eyes digging onto my exposed back like sharp daggers. "Nikolai, I-'

“We love you.” I closed my eyes, safe and full and completely theirs. The night had been everything I needed and more. A perfect celebration of the four of us together. “And we want more babies from you.” Revenge. Love. All in a month led to this. No one can separate us now since the council had approved the unification system where all the three packs would now be led by my mates and their successors in the coming years. They are really my revenge harem. I love them very much.

I murmur and she looks back at my face. Slowly, she begins to part her legs and I settle above her. My hands begin to travel down her legs and they reach the apex of her thighs. Yeri's breath hitch, a sharp intake of air that betrayed her heightened state of arousal. I have never touched any harem woman like this. I am only ever focused on getting release and moving on. However, Yeri is my mate and if she is a virgin, it would be important to get her aroused before entering her.

"You scream my name when you cum." I nodded eagerly, beyond ready to dive over that precipice of euphoria. He sat back up before reaching one arm around my hip. The instant his fingers touched my clit, it was like a bomb detonated. The scream that left me was fairly ripped out of me, a reaction to the amount of pleasure that was coursing through my veins. I dug my hands into the sheets and would have buried my face in the mattress had it not been for Riley's hand in my hair, keeping me in place. He watched me come undone at the seams, my screams echoing through the house.

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

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.”

“We are a few of those chosen players! We must win and take everyone back!” “I didn’t know watching too much movies is dangerous to your brain,” Geodie kidded, setting some distance between her and Yuri just in case a physical response would happen. I fully understood her, though. Yuri always exchanged everything with physical contacts, that’s why you better prepare yourself or else suffer from her wrath. When you made her laugh, she’d slap you hard. When you made her angry, she’d pin you with her whetted fingernails. When you annoyed her, she’d pinch your ears. Yes, ears; left, and right—she’d pinch them both at the same time. The pain she could cause may not be as intense as what Geodie co