Hentai Harem

[Cadrac]

Opening Scene

The handsome young man walked into the room and swept it with his gaze. Standing just under six-and-a-half feet tall and well-muscled, but lean, he was imposing, yet his face had an almost feminine grace and beauty, the quintessential bishonen. A slight smile of pleasure began to grace his sensual lips as he observed the girls who awaited him within.

First he glanced at the barbarian beauty, proudly defiant even in her nakedness, refusing to accept the fact that she was not only vulnerable, but completely under his control, his property to do with as he pleased. Her people had been raiding his lands since his grandfather's time, and in their latest foray across his borders had killed a number of people, burned down their homes, and made off with considerable quantities of livestock and goods that should have continued to enrich his nation. As a prisoner taken during the repulsion of that raid, her life could have been forfeit, but she had caught the eye of one of his loyal knights as she stood there loudly proclaiming that she was a chieftain's daughter and she would take them all down to the darkest depths of the Underworld with her before she would surrender.

Being a member of the order of Mage Knights of which the prince was Commander-General, the fellow didn't play fair and hit the barbarian lass with a potent spell that rendered her unconscious without the risk of damaging her lovely body. The spell was, in fact, sufficiently powerful, that she remained insensate despite having been placed across the saddle of the horse of one of the prince's elite couriers and rushed along for several hours to get her to the capitol. It was not until after she'd been delivered to the palace, stripped naked, and brought to the seraglio that she began to return to her senses.

Next the prince turned his regard upon the beautiful Lady Lauretia of House Battlestorm. He was quite surprised when his Seneschal informed him that Duke Tormanor had offered his lovely daughter Lauretia for the prince's new harem. Obviously the cagey old courtier wished to ensure that he would have as much influence in Damien's court as he had enjoyed in the court of Damien's recently deceased father. Damien smiled at the thought as he gazed on her barely covered loveliness.

The Duke would soon learn that Damien did not allow matters of the heart, let alone lustings of the loins, to interfere with decisions of state. And why he chose Lauretia, rather than her much more experienced at courtly plotting elder sister, Damien could not fathom, though he would have been wildly amused had he known the truth--Lauretia's older sister Mysanthany was, in fact, her father's primary mistress, and had been for many years.

It was actually her idea to offer her younger sister to the prince, for she had seen how the Duke had begun appreciating the way her sister had developed and she wanted to safely eliminate any chance of a rival for her father's attentions. While at times the girl could be positively naive, as evidenced by her ability to remain blissfully unaware of the long-standing affair between her father and sister, there was always the chance that she would wise up to the ways of the world.

Damien's attention next came to rest on the form of Aliana Starsong, who returned his gaze with a frankly sexual look of invitation. The prince knew who she was, of course. Not a soul in the capitol who still retained his senses was unaware of the scandal which had rocked the temple of Wilannia the Star-Eyed, goddess of magic and the night sky. One of their sworn-virgin high priestesses not only was no longer a virgin, she had seduced her entire temple into drunken debauchery, conducting orgies with her flock within the temple. It was said that when the High Matriarch reached her chapel, she was in the middle of being taken by a sheepdog atop the very altar of the goddess and the beast had so swollen up inside her that it was quite some time after they dragged her off the altar before she could be separated from her carnal companion.

The prince had found it necessary to acquire her secretly through covert agents when she was sent to the slave block. His advisers cautioned him that the Church of the Star-Eyed would likely take offense to her achieving such a lofty position in her slavery. However, he had known that if only a quarter of the rumors of her appetite and prowess were accurate, he had to have her. And by the look she was giving him, he did not think that she would fail to live up to reputation.

He was somewhat surprised to see another girl hiding somewhat shyly behind the priestess. He had not been informed of a fourth acquisition, and he was rather displeased at not having been briefed completely regarding the girls of his harem. What he could see of her seemed as lovely as the other girls he had already examined, and her bright blue hair, while not unheard of in his city, was sufficiently uncommon that it almost seemed as if he should know her personally, but if she were another member of his court, like Lady Lauretia, he couldn't place her. No matter, he would learn who she was soon enough. In fact, shortly he would know more about her than she even know about herself.

Stepping further into the room, he allowed the enchanted doors to close. He had cast the potent spells upon them himself. They would not open for any but himself, the aging maids he had assigned to manage the needs of the harem, and the Amazon guard who had recently entered his service. The Seneschal had wanted to acquire several of the unmanned to fill that role and guard the harem, but Damien felt his magics were far better protection.

Should anyone attempt to pass through doorway or window while not accompanied by himself or one of the women he had keyed to the spell, they would find themselves struck down by a more potent version of the enchantment which had rendered the barbarian lass so easy to transport. Should the keyed person be under duress, the spell would register that and its force would be called down on all those who accompanied them. And there would be no chance of the old maids helping any who should not be entering or exiting the seraglio without them being under duress. They had all taken magically binding oaths of loyalty to the prince which would end their lives should they willingly betray him. The Amazon he had bound with no such magics, just a Sacred Oath on the Honor of herself, her people, and her Goddess. Let her own Goddess punish her should she prove false to her Oath.

With a smile that included all the girls and conveyed to them his approval of them and pleasure at their presence, he said in a pleasant baritone with an unconscious, charismatic, voice-of-command that many obeyed instinctively, "Greetings, my dears. Welcome to your new life. While some of you I have seen before, none of you are truly known to me, but that will change. In the days to come, we will learn much of each other. Almost as much as you will learn about yourselves."

The girls had themselves been brought to the room only moments before, having been held separately prior to that moment, so they were as much strangers to each other as they were to him. While great quantities of clothing would be provided to them in the days to come, the Prince had specified that they were not to arrive with wardrobes, and the clothing they had on upon arrival was to be destroyed so as to mark the end of their old life and the beginning of the new. Thus, all the lovely ladies before him had nothing to cover up with but the lengths of silk they had been given.

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[Sinful Bliss]

The proud barbarian warrior finally came to her senses after being unconscious for such unknown time. The last thing she remembered was that hit with a powerful spell that had rendered her body numb. Crimson Moon looked around the room while listening to the male talking and the three other girls who are the same room as her. For some reason, she saw that her clothing was gone and only the long length of silk was the only option for such coverage. Her emerald eyes were locked onto the male probably responsible to her imprisonment.

The person in question was a very dashing fellow as he stood about six and a half feet that held some charm. Most would fall him right after such treatment, but not here. There was no way that she was going to accept herself being a slave to such man. Crimson reached for silk and covered herself, not worrying if the other girls didn’t get their share to keep their dignity.

“How dare you strip me away like this? If you think that you will some kind of slave of yours, then you can forget about it,” Crimson Moon said with fierce defiance in her voice, believe that she was still a free woman. “You will not get away with this.”

 

[Gondolina]

Lauretia Battlestorm lay femininely poised on her side, hastily flapping a portion of the silk cloth on the floor over her nether region, while holding up part up to cover her breasts. A deep blush was spreading rapidly against her cheeks, but her father's words to her kept ringing in her ears. He had specifically commanded and beseeched her to enter into the household of the Prince, to help her own house. He had used every ounce of loyalty she had to her family as leverage to get her to do as he needed. Lauretia had, at first, been unwilling, but she was never a hopeless romantic. At a young age, she had already bitterly accepted the fact that the society today threw those of her gender around like gifts to be enjoyed, for negotiation and political purposes.

So Lauretia had agreed to the Duke's requests. Instead of thanking her, he had merely gone on to reiterate his instructions that she should do exactly whatever Prince Damien asked her to, and at least make him believe that she was enjoying it. Feeling that her value was rather demeaned, Lauretia had agreed anyway. What was there for her to do if she continued to stay on in her own house, where her own father and sister rarely inquired after her, if at all? She had quietly reasoned to herself that this was possibly one of her only chances to contribute something to her family, and she meant to do it well.

Being born as a noble, however, Lauretia was definitely not used to being stripped naked by men, let alone unfamiliar guards, and thrown into a room alongside four other naked women. They all had striking hair colors. One of them had been unconscious, another shy and reticent, while the last one looked like she was enjoying every minute of it. Lauretia sat there in awkward silence with her companions, as she gave up trying to obscure her own private parts with the silk cloth. The sudden arrival of Prince Damien, however, renewed her sense of dignity as she reached for the silk again.

This was the first time Lauretia laid eyes on the Prince and she almost heaved a sigh of relief to note that he wasn't middle-aged, balding and hideous. Quite the opposite, in fact. However, he was intimidating, which reinforced Lauretia's pre-conceived resolution to do whatever it takes to please him. The previously unconscious girl had came to just a few moments before the Prince entered, and was now hastily grappling the silk, apparently shocked at her own naked state. Is she here against her will? Lauretia wondered incredulously. All the other girls including herself, no matter scared or confident they looked, were at least vaguely aware what they were getting themselves into. Lauretia found it hard to comprehend the backstory behind this feisty red-haired girl.

As the daughter of a Duke, and one that had no notions of the going-ons between her own father and sister, Lauretia was not at all educated in the matters of sexual intercourse, though she did know that men and women did something when they were naked together. She just had no idea what - but she had a feeling she was about to find out.

 

[Raiden]

The so-called amazon guard was leaning up against the wall near the door watching all the goings on with complete disinterest. She was here for the money, not some lofty ideal or set of instructions; sh edidn't particularly find the prince attractive; in fact she though he was a pathetic coward and weakling to have to use magick of all things. She had shoulder length pale blonde hair and was wearing a slate grey body suit with chest armor, shoulder pauldrons with greave sand bracers and a large great sword over her back. Watching what was going on with eeriely intense silver eyes. "This is asinine." she mused to herself. "the term 'prince' doesn't mean a damn thing, just some idiot man that thinks he has power because his daddy was king or something." She thought to herself as she watched. feeling sympathetic toward Moon. Nobody knew her name as nobody had bothered to ask and dshe wasn't going to socialized.

 

[Vexi]

While the handsome and imposing prince made his way to the chambers, a significant blush rushed onto Salicia's cheeks. While she was naked prior to being in the room, having eschewed them as part of her deception, the shy girl had found a sense of comfort having entered the chamber amongst a group of women who all seemed to be of a similar state. But when the prince, not only a clothed male, but the quite literal man-of-her-dreams, appeared before them, the azure-haired girl felt a sudden conscience about the issue. She initially worked to raise the silky sheets to keep a modicum of modesty held to her naked form, the rousing red-head's outburst and resulting cover-up pulled her shy of the necessary amount from the other end. "Eek!" Gasping with embarrassment momentarily before she could reign herself in. She kept her lithe back facing the Prince, instead trying to obscure his view by hiding behind the unashamed silver-headed beauty.

Despite her attempts to hide her maidenly charms, a small part of the former-maid scolded herself for her sudden cowardice. Getting here took no small amount of courage for her. Doing something like this was so-very unlike her, but in all the right ways, so she had to know that she could do this. It's not like she didn't know what she was signing into, upon setting this plan into motion. And she knew what men did to women when they were alone and naked. She saw her mom with them plenty of times. She wouldn't doubt she found herself spending a lot of time in only her flesh from now on. And, had she stayed where she was, that was probably true anyways, although for much less desirable circumstances. At least, this way, she could give her maidenhead to him instead...

Although, it was a little discouraging for her to really see the other concubines.Each of them deserved to be here, at least on the merit of their appearance and demeanor. Salicia was the reluctant envy of many of the females in the kitchens, often being embarrassed by their quiet praises for her perky breasts and petite curves, but the rest of the women here really made her feel small, in more ways than one. Their tops were heavy and their bottoms full. It was enough if they were here for just keeping the Prince company, but from what she understood, they were also here to birth his children. Wide hips were certainly much better for that. Suddenly, the girl felt like this was a bad idea...

But even her feelings of inadequacy weren't enough to deter her, when she heard his calm, friendly, yet authoritative voice ring through the hall. Rather than keeping intimidated, however, it had a strangely soothing effect on Salicia. Reminding her of his compassion. His strength. Resolve. Determination. His unfaltering composure. She knew of all these things before, but she was content with admiring him from afar for so long. It wasn't until his swift actions in pursuing his would-be-assassins...her mother's murderers...that she felt the urge strong enough to put herself at such risk. Not because she wanted a better life. But because she wanted to be closer.

She was scared, sure, but for now, as she peeked behind the others at his amazing stature and alluring smile, watching on in her most vulnerable of states, the urge to hide and run had been soothed, as she was reminded of her Lord's greatness. Reminded of why she loved him so.