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Harem Ethics 101 143. Do I Still Resonate With You?
Over the conversation about the addiction she’d developed to my seed, the angelic woman’s face had gone tomato red. Kneeling between my legs on one of the bathing pool’s submerged benches, her eyes burned like molten gold as she looked over her shoulder at Saelia. The warden returned her stare with a warm smile. Standing behind her, she was leaning against the other woman, resting her forearms on the other woman’s powerful back. Her spirit cock was still buried down to the base in the angelic woman’s ass. Lysandra bit her lip at Saelia’s question about whether or not she still liked having her addiction to the passion of those who resonated with her used against her as a kind of teasing during sex. The memory of how the warden used to do the same thing decades ago when she’d been addicted to the shadow primal’s nectar sent a ripple of horny nostalgia through her expression. “I still feel this way… It is exciting during sex and play,” Lysandra said quietly in a voice thick with aro
Harem Ethics 101 144. Does This Help?
Arms hooked up and under her thighs, I sat on the bathing pool’s ledge and held the warden against me. With her back firmly against my chest, my hold on her kept her legs spread as wide as they could stretch. Just below her, my stiff length stood, eager and ready. A couple of feet away, Lysandra stood in the warm waters of the magical hot tub. Her wings rustled impatiently as she stared at the warden’s pussy with undisguised hunger. I settled my chin on Saelia’s shoulder and smiled innocently at the angelic woman. “I really, really want to do my part in making sure you get a satisfying meal… Does this help?” I parted my knees to make room for the demi-empyrean. “Very much so,” Lysandra purred as she knelt between my legs on the submerged bench. Resting her smooth forearms on my thighs, she leaned forward until her lips were inches from the warden’s pale pussy. “More than you know.” “Y-yes… This is clearly just to help things move along. It’s okay if the tease timers are on cooldow
Harem Ethics 101 145. Quiet
Sitting on the bathing pool’s ledge, I grinned wolfishly down at Lysandra. My cock pulsed with intense, phantom sensations of pleasure and I was near my limit. Mind-numbing lust colored the angelic woman’s expression. Knees on the submerged bench, she knelt between my legs, her hands gripping my thighs desperately. Back arched and tits bouncing, she panted in time with the thrusts of Saelia’s spirit cock pounding into her from behind. The warm, yellow flames of Lysandra’s protective Paladin magic steadily appeared at each point of contact between the three of us, reinforcing my and Saelia’s relatively delicate bodies. Hands moving to her damp, auburn hair, I grabbed both sides of Lysandra’s head. Grinning with teeth, Saelia watched what I was doing from between the angelic woman’s parted wings. “Are you ready to feed her?” “Just about–” My words cut off in surprise as one of Saelia’s hands darted from Lysandra’s hips. Leaning forward she put it against the back of the other
Harem Ethics 101 146. Wish Me Luck
Saelia, Lysandra, and I stood in the treeline at the edge of the forest clearing containing the rundown temple. In the soft, orange glow of the flame grass surrounding it, the vandalized stone structure looked like a miniature cathedral lit by a placid lake of lava in the predawn darkness. It was finally time to carry out the first phase of my plan to exterminate the flame krolls, and my palms were sweaty in my gloves as I pushed down nervous anticipation. I dismissed my outworlder cloak, worried it might get in the way, revealing the dark leather of my dune stalker armor, my holstered gun, and the sheathed breacher. After checking myself one last time to make sure I was ready to go, I took a calming breath. “Alright, wish me luck.” Saelia gently grabbed my elbow. “What?” I asked, turning to face the fussy shadow primal. “Take this.” She reached into her long, black coat and pulled out a somatonic. “I’ll keep the other one, but I want you to take this one in case someth
Harem Ethics 101 147. Bloody Mess
After climbing through the window into the temple, the soles of my boots sank into the carpet when I lowered myself into the dimly lit chamber. I unsheathed the breacher, its blade whispering against the leather as I drew it. Creeping through the weak, flickering light of the sun shards hanging from the temple’s vaulted ceiling, I approached a flame kroll passed out on a nearby couch. The goblin-lookin’ monster lay on its back. Curled in its arm, it affectionately held a club almost as big as it was against its side. Snoring, its breath wafted up to me in deep, snorting exhalations. Scowling at the stench of what I could only describe as ‘a burning pile of hair and tires’, my gloved hand clamped over its mouth and drove the dagger through its heart. “Mph–!” The monster stiffened, eyes bulging as the knife impaled it. Seconds later its body went slack, dying with only a muffled gasp of pain against my palm. I pulled the breacher free and moved to a nearby armchair. In it, anot
Harem Ethics 101 148. Damn... How Many Are Left?
Hiding in the treeline, I peeked around a tree next to the road leading to the temple and peered into the village that’d been overtaken by flame krolls. In the fading light of twilight, the bonfire at the center of the ransacked town burned brightly. Around it, about twenty flame krolls and their chief impatiently waited. Snapping and snarling at one another, they gnashed their jagged, pointed teeth. Their blood-red faces were etched with savage expressions of ravenous hunger. Each in various thread-bare clothing ranging from large tunics to poorly-sewn animal skins, their small bodies shifted restlessly as their impatience grew. From the double doors of a squat, wooden building about the size of a three-bedroom house, a flame kroll wearing a blood-stained potato sack as a dress emerged. It dragged behind it a cart piled high with arms, legs, and meat. The wooden wheels of its wagon squealed and groaned as the goblinoid creature hurriedly pulled the gory load to its chief. My s
Harem Ethics 101 149. Outworlder
Pushing aside the red tapestry, I crouch walked out of the hole in the waist-high stone wall and into the temple’s main chamber. Saelia waited a few feet from where I emerged and grinned at me as I straightened. “Your plan appears to be working out quite well.” “Yeah…” I said, catching my breath and unholstering my gun. With a flick of my wrist, the cylinder snapped open. I fished out my last remaining bullets and reloaded all six chambers. From the busted down door leading to the other wing of the temple, howls of fury and terror echoed out, followed by another explosion. “Guess they got into the rooms I wasn’t hiding in.” “It seems so,” she said with an amused giggle. “So, assuming some have also fallen into the spike pit in the other room, what do you plan on doing now?” “Now, my dear shadow primal, all that’s left to do is mop up the rest.” I drew the breacher in my free hand and proceeded with Saelia to the doorway leading to the temple’s other wing. Both mine and
Harem Ethics 101 150. The Six of Iron
In the cold moonlight, the plundered village looked desaturated. With the embers of the bonfire out, the glowing forest around the settlement was the only source of warm color. Lysandra and Saelia stood back to back, their eyes darting between the six figures emerging from the surrounding buildings. I glanced nervously to my left and saw a smirking orc built like a bulldozer come to a stop about twenty feet away. Muscles bulging beneath his clay-gray skin, he held a double-sided ax, casually resting the haft against his broad shoulder. A few feet from him stood a petite woman with violet skin and reverse jointed legs. Clad in leather armor and with a quiver of arrows slung between her delicate dragonfly wings, she wielded a bow almost as tall as she was. To my right about half a basketball court away was a narrow-shouldered human with a pretty face and long, glossy hair. Not a thread of the crimson cloak covering her body moved as she stared at me through flat, glassy eyes the
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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
