Novel & Cerita Harem Web

"I thought we were past this. Thought we were working as a team. As a pack." "We are," Alvaro says desperately. "This was just—it's hard. Having to share you with two other alphas. Every instinct says you're mine, mine alone. And when I saw Hayes threatening you, when Luciano challenged my claim on the situation—" "I'm not yours alone," I interrupt. "I'm all of yours. That's what being in a reverse harem means. That's what having multiple mates means. You don't get to be possessive and territorial with each other. You have to share."

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

His shock was obvious, but he remained silent, choosing not to ask about it anymore. "So anger will help me turn?" he asked. "It could, but sex can too, if it's deep and primal." I smiled. This got his attention. He loved sex, especially with me. On Xanthea, all royal females are Sirens and are allowed to have harems of as many men and women as she chooses, This is their norm.

I countered her. "I know, but it will help you when you learn it. You will need it in the future, at least to please your husband. Not all the women you see here are for every man. Some are exclusive, while others just want to gain the knowledge on how to entertain their men. But so far, the Dark Realm Auction owns this harem, so you see, it's not all outsiders that are open to the experience," she explained calmly, and I breathed out heavily.

I clicked on the link and it brought up a very professional looking site, which, for some reason, actually surprised me bit. I saw a link called “Learn more,” so I clicked on it and kept going. I was getting more and more interested as I read the page, which said, “Are you a heterosexual man who’s looking for new experiences? Do you have bisexual thoughts and fantasies that you can’t get out of your head? Do you want to act-out those fantasies with another man in a safe and confidential way? If this sounds like you, we will match you with someone who shares your desires.”

And there was Haru, completely naked. Now that he thought about it, Haru did indeed look like a Shrine Maiden, especially with his dark hair wet and clinging to his face and his pale skin glistening pink from the hot bath. Of course, the alluring image had triggered some alarming sexual desire on Aiden’s part, which had caused him countless nights of sleeplessness and numerous wet dreams.

King Layden’s eyes softened. “You are a jewel Harper of the Harmony Moon pack. I look forward to visiting your pack and I invite you to the mythical lands as well. It is also your home if you wish.” Harper surprised him when she grabbed him up in a big hug. “Congratulations on starting your family, King and Queen Lycan.” I nodded my head at him, and Harper released him from her hug. “Thank you, Ki…” He stopped her.

I glared at him and turned to Max. “Do you know any demons that would be willing to let us enter Hell through a portal?” I asked him. “No. We may be able to find one at a strip club though. They love places with debauchery.” I noticed Damien shudder. “What’s up with you?” I tilt my chin at him. “Let’s just say we had a bad experience at the candy shop already.” Brent answers for him. I shrugged off the comment and turned to Garrett. “This is the high school ex. The one she never told any of us about.” I throw in that tidbit for him to digest.

She asks. “How do I start?” I ask. “Come on, we’ll write our names…” Teresa says, grabbing my hands as she takes my hand. We arrive at a grand archway leading of the harem house, its entrance are flanked by two golden pillars. As we enter into the room, there is a riot of colours and movement of harem women of all ages. Teresa walks to a large, ornately decorated table, where a regal woman sat, presiding over the list of participants. She is surrounded by assistants busily attending to the names already inscribed.

Yet, when she looked at me with those beautiful eyes of hers and kissed me on the neck, I even forgot my name. I carried her to the bed, and she giggled, pulling my lower lip with her fingers. “You are so fucking handsome, Julian,” she said as I carefully placed her on the bed. “If you were an omega, I would have made you mine. Nothing would have stopped me from putting a leather collar around your neck and throwing you into my harem.” “You have a harem?” I questioned. The shock was evident on my face because we outlawed it more than a century ago. It was my great-grandfather who believed it was inhuman to treat other people like objects. “Is it still legal in your country?”