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Harem Ethics 101 114. I’m Grateful for Your Consideration of My View…
Under the dining table, my cock sprang free when I lowered the waistband of my sweatpants. I looked pointedly at Saelia as I began to lazily stroke my length. The shadow primal’s eyes flicked to the rhythmic motion of my arm and she let out a shuddering sigh filled with lewd approval. “Bryan, don’t be rude… You shouldn’t obscure such an activity when our host would enjoy watching. Where are your manners?” “My bad… You’re right.” I turned my face towards the demi-empyrean and grinned cockily at the bright glow in her amber eyes. Finishing off my second glass of wine, I pushed back my chair and stood. She stared at my manhood with obscene interest as I gripped it and slowly pumped up and down my length. “What was it you said earlier about wanting to fuck an outworlder?” Saelia asked Lysandra. “You’ve yet to have one?” “Quite right,” she said throatily, not taking her gaze away from my stiff member. Being talked about like I was a sex toy or something was simultaneously annoy
Harem Ethics 101 115. In a Couple Hours
With Salia kneeling in front of me and looking up at me through her large, dark eyes, I groaned with pleasure as she slid the head of my cock into her mouth. A shudder of delight rippled through me as she placed her hands on my thighs and took in more of my length. Sucking hard enough for her cheeks to hollow out, her tongue slid along the underside of my length as she enveloped more of my length in hot, wet bliss. When the head of my manhood met the resistance of the back of her mouth, I expected her to back off. However, with eye-watering effort, she pushed past it and my tip slipped into her tight throat. “Fuck…” I moaned at the slippery heat, amazed she pulled that off in one try without gagging. She didn’t waste time and started bobbing her head up and down, looking up at me through teary dark eyes distant with lust as she furiously sucked my length. Everytime she took me to the base, the tip of my cock pulsed with intense sensation as she pushed it past the threshold at th
Harem Ethics 101 116. Sneaky Outworlder
A moan of pleasure roused me from my slumber. Judging by the pleasing musical quality, I guessed the sound to have come from Lysandra. My hand thumped the bedroll next to me and a thrill of excitement fluttered in my stomach when all I found was blankets. The drowsiness of sleep melted off of me like snow on hot pavement as I sat up still a little tipsy. “More!” the angelic woman said, her command colored by a mixture of frustration and needful insistence. Slipping out from under the covers, I crept towards the closed door of Lysandra’s room as quietly as I could. When I arrived, I pressed my ear against the wood and heard the warden’s muffled moans. The demi-empyrean grew louder. “Harder!” It sounded like things were going pretty well in there, so I didn't want to interrupt their flow. If I opened the door, there’s a possibility of them hearing or seeing me do it. My eyes lasered in a keyhole and I instantly lowered myself to peer through it. The sun shards in the ceiling
Harem Ethics 101 117. Vice
Crossing her arms under her breasts, Lysandra looked down on me as I laid on the couch with a smile that didn’t reach her glowing amber eyes. “Through the door, I sensed your arousal.” “You can sense stuff like that?” I asked, kicking myself for never going back to finish reading the entry about demi-empyreans of Passion. “Quite right… But don’t try to dodge the question. Will you admit you watched our intimate session?” “I wasn’t trying to dodge the question,” I grumbled sleepily. “But, yeah, I woke up near the end of your ‘intimate session’ and caught a little of it.” Sheepish apology slipped into my tone as I recalled what I saw. “I thought you two were just fucking, but when I looked I got a little caught up in everything and didn’t go back to bed right away… I should’ve given you two privacy, sorry....” “For Saelia I felt your happiness and excitement clearly, so when I say I’m not upset you saw us.” “Oh, alright,” I said, starting to feel a little uneasy at her stiff smi
Harem Ethics 101 118. Burns so Fervently
My body was stiff as a two-by-four with anxiety. Kneeling next to the couch I was laying down on, Lysandra’s hand was still under my blanket and firmly holding my stiff length through my sweatpants. Her threatening grip on my junk and the imperious way her glowing eyes stared at me made my heart race in my chest. “Your feelings appear to be honest and true, but to get a more thorough understanding of your passion and heart, I will fuck you,” she said seriously. “W-what?” Confusion joined my fear of her making me into a eunuch. “What I can discern through sensing one’s feelings is sometimes abstract. Sex gives far more insight.” “If that’s true, why didn’t you just fuck my brains out before threatening to rip my dick off?!” I asked incredulously. “If what I suspect of you is true, I’d feel too repulsed to bed you.” Frowning, her brow furrowed in consideration. “But, now I admit there’s a slim possibility I was too hasty with my judgment. “With your apparent sincerity, it wou
Harem Ethics 101 119. Distress and Fretfulness
Kneeling beside the couch and gripping my cock menacingly, Lysandra stared at me incredulously. “I believe you… having Salia be the one you first bed in Thaessa is what you really want.” “Yeah…” I said sheepishly, relieved at her lack of righteous anger. An awkward silence hung in the air as she continued to eye me in disbelief. She then seemingly pushed through her shock and cleared her throat. “Having witnessed your willingness to control yourself like this, I believe I can offer you trust. I will not banish or castrate you, nor will I press you to run my womanhood through.” Her face grew stony, her expression deadly serious as she gave my cock a not-so-gentle squeeze. “But, before I move past my protective worry, I have one final warning. If you prove unworthy of my trust, I’ll make my life’s mission to crush your manhood into paste. Understand what I’m telling you?” I shook my head up and down vigorously, relief crashing down on me like a tidal wave. “Yes. I understand. D
Harem Ethics 101 120. Can I Touch Your Wings?
Only using one of her hands to jerk me off, there were long strokes of the delightful friction of Lysandra’s skin against my cock as she slid her soft grip up and down my length. The pleasure rippled through me and I silently offered Nikki thankful prayers. There’d been some fucked up things since coming to this plane, but stuff like this was well worth it. I relaxed on the couch as the angelic woman knelt between my legs and jerked me off.. She kneeled between my legs, watching me through amused, glowing eyes, Her wings shifted behind her and she let out a musical chuckle as she continued her slow, manual pleasuring of my length. My eyes caught on her vibrant, scarlet wings at the slight movement. Since I met her, I’d been fascinated by the angelic aesthetic she put out, but before now I’d been unsure about seeing if I could touch her wings, certainly more than when I’d asked to feel her ass. But with her currently jerking me off, it was a simple thing to not resist my desire to
Harem Ethics 101 121. Room to Grow
“I’m able to devour the feelings related to passion, doing so can be delicious and allow me to rejuvenate my spiritual power,” Lysandra said with heated lust in her tone and eyes. I looked down at her through wide, envious eyes as she kneeled between my legs and jerked me off slowly. “So, not only can you sense the emotions tied to the flame divine aspect, but you can feed on them too? That’s awesome, you’re like a succubus!” “‘Succubus’? I have not heard this word.” “There’s stories about demonic women in my world who feed off the lust of others for power. ‘Succubus’ is what we call them.” She snorted at this and began to jerk me off faster as though my cock were a can of spray paint, sending rapid pulses of pleasure through me. “Well, feelings are not all I can consume for spirit. The nectar of women and seed of men are prized fuel to my kind. In fact, there’s no greater source of renewal.” My core simmered with growing lewd fascination. “Hold on, are you telling me that consu
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175. What Kind of Game?
“What do you mean?” I asked, thinking I knew already, but wanting to hear her say it to avoid any possibility of misunderstanding. “What kind of game?”. “A game where we can explore darker urges,” she said, eyes and voice smoldering with arousal. “For you see, on occasion it can be fun to allow someone to feel that rush of power all people secretly want.” My cock demanded action as my guts surged with excited energy, and my mind agreed. I grinned at her. Want to play at being a nice submissive demi-empyrean for me?” Holding my gaze, she slipped her hand from mine and rose from her seat. Her bare feet padded lightly against the floor as she took a few paces away from me. I shifted in my seat and watched her. Focus going to the window framed by her wings to enjoy the way her hips and skirt swayed with her steps. I only caught hints of its outline because of the loose lower half of the sundress, but need surged as I thought of the juicy, firm ass I knew awaited me. My cock flexed
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Hey, folks. I'll be hanging out on the MegaNovel Discord. Feel free to let me know what you think about the book. Or about whatever else... argue with me about the sex ethics of the characters in the book, tell me you want to focus on story, more sex scenes, more talking, or if you want to just chat about whatever. I also take requests for scenes and might work them in if I can make them fit. As for my release schedule. I'm working on another project right now (it's going to be a traditional novel and be released elsewhere), but my plan is to work on Harm Ethics when I can. So I'll try and get a chapter or two out when I find time to write it. Thanks for reading this far!
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174. What Do You Think of Harems, Lysandra?
Sitting beside Lysandra at the long dining table, our hands clasped its surface, my heart quickened as I stared into her glowing amber eyes. This was it. She was going to agree to join the harem. A coy smile curled her lips. “The general rules I remember, but I would like a deeper understanding of this harem before I submit myself to yours and Saelia’s judgment of whether I am accepted as a full member.” My desire to cement mine and Saelia’s relationship with Lysandra pulsed in my heart and mind. She seemed to want to play games though… Or was this some kind of final reality check to see if she could accept everything that went with being part of the harem? My already stiff cock throbbed as though threatening me with vengeance if I didn’t seal the deal. I wanted her bad… but it’d break mine and Saelia’s hearts if she grew resentful and angry being in the harem. So I needed her to be absolutely certain she wanted to join. “What do you think of harems, Lysandra?” I asked. “Reall
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173. Obvious to Anyone and Everyone
Lysandra shifted uncomfortably across from me at the long dining table of Stone Lock. My rebuttal to her demand that I tell Saelia I loved her by telling her she should do the same seemed to put her on edge. “The past few days she’s been so unwell,” she said, uncertainty slipping into her eyes, “and I’ve admittedly been uncertain if I can fully recommit my heart to her as well.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, suppressing frustration at seeing her dawdling at the finish line when they were so close to patching things up.” Lysandra furrowed her brow, seeming to consider how to best answer my question. Feeling like I was diffusing a bomb and one wrong suggestion might make her overthink everything, I carefully prodded further. “Look, I don’t know exactly what happened between you two, but is it really something you don’t feel like you can’t move past?” A spark of emotion came to life in her amber eyes, and she pursed her lips. After considering for a moment longer, she si
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172. There's Something You Must Do
Over the next three days, Lysandra had used me like a sexual chew toy to relieve her frustration over Saelia not letting us sleep in her room and my deflections when asked why. Fortunately, though, this frustration didn’t bleed into her dedication to her mission to improve my proficiency with my left hand and my ability to conjure items under pressure. Saelia had mostly slept, but came down like she promised whenever she was awake. During this time, she’d mostly recovered from her spiritual overdraft, and with this, she gradually returned to being her usual cheery self. Part of me was relieved to see her mood lift. However, my worry for her had not eased, because she still hadn’t told me what’d happened in New Venice. Waiting had been frustrating, but this morning Lysandra had said she believed Saelia would likely be fully recovered by the time dinner rolled around. Tonight was the night… I just wished I could fast forward time to get there faster. Lysandra, Saelia, and I sa
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171. Rush
Lysandra charged at me from across the far side of Stone Lock’s main room. The excitement and burning power in her eyes made my heart thunder in my chest as flustered panic grew in me. Unlike Saelia, Lysandra didn’t zigzag or attempt anything resembling a tactical approach. Instead, she simply rushed towards me like a raging bull. I leveled the barrel of my gun and unloaded all six rounds into her. Each hit created splatters of glowing blue liquid on her chest, stomach, shoulder, and cheek. By the time I’d fired my last bullet, she’d closed the distance between us to no more than ten feet. There wouldn’t be time to reload, so I dropped the gun. As the empty firearm fell, I tossed the wooden breacher from my non-dominant left hand to my right. But before my fingers could even wrap around the handle, Lysandra was in arm’s reach. She swiped at me lazily with a slow hook. Just grabbing my dagger in time, I ducked the attack, feeling as thought I’d just dodged a baseball bat despite
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170. Cozy Library
The declaration that she wanted to train had caught me off guard, considering we’d almost died last night, but when I’d processed what she’d said, a smile curved my lips. With the entrance exam for Chromaryn Academy approaching and after getting my ass beat by Faelius and Mark, I was determined to get stronger. So, when the angelic woman told me she wanted to train, I’d deferred feeing her until later and instead bubbled with eager excitement as I followed her from the library. Because I’d forgotten to ask for permission to unlock the front door to Stone Lock, Lysandra and I had settled for the open space between the entrance and the lounge. The warm light of the constellation of sun shards hanging from the stone ceiling felt like afternoon sunshine on my skin. I wore conjured black combat fatigues, boots, and a t-shirt. The only part of my armor I wore was my belt and gun holster. I hadn’t yet gotten around to cleaning the blood and grime off the rest. About half a dozen feet
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169. Cozy Library
Closing the door behind me, I stepped into Stone Lock’s cozy library. At the room’s center, Lysandra sat at a table beneath a cluster of sun shards hanging from the ceiling. Book in hand, her eyes trailed across the pages as she read. When I entered, her attention slid to me. “She is asleep, right?” “Yup, out cold. She said she’ll come down whenever she wakes up.“ I pulled out a chair and sat down at the square table. Remembering my promise to Saelia not to tell Lysandra about our conversation, I tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. My mouth curved into a teasing grin at the angelic woman and I nodded at the book. “‘The Needful Elf’? You and Saelia really do enjoy cultured literature.” “Yes, I do. What is it to you?” she said, a hint of sheepish defensiveness coloring her expression. “Nothing,” I said with a small chuckle. “You just don’t seem like the type.” “Oh? What ‘type’ am I?” she asked, a hint of annoyance and challenge creeping into her voice.
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168. You Won't Understand...
Sitting next to Saelia in the pitch blackness of her room, I stared at her blindly. “That’s not true!” The incredulous response from my heart bypassed my brain and rushed straight out of my mouth. “Mark doesn’t know shit!” “No, he does…” Frustrated anger simmered in me. It threatened to boil over at the way she was talking about herself, but I managed to stifle the urge to righteously dismiss the ridiculous claims. Instead, I attacked the root of the problem. “What happened in New Venice is the reason you won’t use your Scorcher magic, right?” Wimpers leaked from her as her effort to control her voice wavered. “Yes…” “It’s the reason you feel like this?” “Yes…” “Alright, tell me what happened. I’ll tell you after if I think you’re a monster or not.” “Please… Don’t make me do this…” My heart tensed at the quivering fear in her exhausted voice, but I pressed forward. “I don’t think you’re a monster… but this seems to be the only way I can think of to convince you of it.” “Y
