Hypnotized Harem の小説・ストーリー

I pressed my thumb firmly against her slicked clit, circling the swollen bud with enough pressure. "Fuck you." Moans escaped her lips as her head fell back. Her hips jerked forward and she was practically riding my fingers. "On it, Mischief. Patience." I spanked her ass lightly, eliciting a moan from her. I pulled away and stared into her eyes. There was a mixture of shock and desire in her beautiful hazel eyes. The sight of her with smudged lipstick, half hauled up dress tampered with my restraint until it snapped.

Sumire's jaw dropped as her body involuntarily moved until her back touched the head of the bed when Mort appeared at a speed of light in front of her, so close, almost touching their nose, and looked directly into her eyes. "Everything that happened last night was just an illusion." Eyes turned into a gentle hint of dark red casting a spell, Mort said making her hypnotized under his gaze. Sumire nodded after it worked on her and her body fell back on the bed. She was lulled back to slumber and after an hour passed, she woke up again. Sumire stretched her body with a slight groan and a bright smile shone on her face. She felt something new on her and felt so relieved for no apparent reason.

Twilight cast a violet glow through the harem’s high windows as Scarlett and the Omegas were ushered into a steamy bathing chamber deep within the harem, its air thick with steam and the heady scent of roses. Wooden tubs, carved with wolf motifs and spaced generously apart, stood filled with warm water, their surfaces dotted with crimson rose petals that floated like blood on snow, like a small oasis of luxury that felt like a mockery of their servitude.

AURORA The loud echo of the door slamming against the wall sent a ripple shock through the harem. Every movement halted, conversations ceased, and all eyes turned to us. Damon yanked aside the red silk curtain with a violent tug, revealing more naked women scattered across the plush beds. Immediately they dropped into submissive bows, their heads low in reverence to their king. He walked towards one of the beds where one woman bowed, her breast was fully on display. Damon didn’t glance at her.

She is tall and slender, with dark hair pulled back in a severe bun that makes her look older than she probably is. "Good morning, Miss Chapman," she says in a clinical voice, but it is not unkind. "How are you feeling?" "Confused," I answer honestly. "My mother says I overdosed, but I swear I did not take anything." Dr. Harrow's eyes flick to Mom, then back to me. "The blood tests show a significant amount of a libidõ-enhancing substance in your system. Similar to what humans call Ecstašy, but formulated specifically for werewolves. It is designed to trigger heat-like symptoms in females."

I happened to use a computer in the library right after Hazel, and when I saw the dirty things she had left on the g****e search history, I knew the perfect way to bait her ass. She was reading an article about “BDSM fantasies”, and right after, she seemed to have gone through a couple of gangbang clips with surprisingly rough and domineering acts. Learning that she was a dirty whore underneath all that neediness made me want her even more. So I set to work on creating a trap that she couldn’t resist. I created a website that matched people with others who have nasty fantasies, then I hacked into her phone and tweaked her algorithm so that the website would pop up on her search engine in the

My heart pounded as I leaned closer and peeked through the crack. The bed wasn’t angled toward the door, but I was able Mr. Fred's head diving between my mom’s thighs, his mouth eagerly devouring her pussy. He trailed hot kisses up her waist, latching onto her right nipple with hungry sucks while his left hand caressed her other breast. The both of them were completely naked, his massive, thick, curved cock impossible to ignore. I watched, as he slid it deep into her, her moans of ecstasy filling the air. I stood at the door, my hands roaming my body, wishing Chris would fuck me like this. Mr. Fred’s chiseled body was pure perfection—his veined muscles bulged as he gripped my mom’s legs, pul

"Pure fucking addiction, the kind that wrecked my control in college, had me on my knees begging for your screams. I'm ready to worship every dripping inch of you. Just say the word.” It had been a long time since I had last been called “Darcie” but oh lord, it felt so damn good rolling off their perfect mouths. I knew they were ready to worship me and that's exactly what I needed today. Noah's fingers dug deeper into my thigh, thumb circling dangerously close to lace. Steve's hand slid up my back, nails scraping silk. Josh's knee nudged wider, breath ragged. No words needed, I rose like a goddess, leading them to the shadowed VIP room I had booked while driving here.

The way he said it, like he had never heard such a word in his life, was too funny. “A reverse harem,” I repeated. “Okay, what does that mean? Is that like… when the girl has more than one boyfriend?” “Yes,” I said proudly. “It’s when the girl gets to have multiple guys. All for her.” He looked at me like I had just told him the sky was green. “Why would anyone want that?” I shrugged. “It’s fiction. But it’s fun.” He narrowed his eyes. “Is that the kind of stuff you read?”