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Harem Ethics 101 22. Theocracy
She walked past me and began circling me like a shark getting ready to capsize a lifeboat. “It’s of the utmost importance for sheath stance to become second nature to you,” she said before promptly falling backwards onto her butt to sit on the grass. “Do I really have to stay like this until noon?” I asked, already starting to feel a little soreness setting in. “You do,” she said with a knowing grin playing at the corners of her lips. “And you're just going to… sit there?” “Well, I can’t leave you unsupervised out here, can I?” “No, I guess not.” An awkward pause yawned between us, only the faint breath of wind brushing over the grasslands breaking the silence. Our expressions mirrored each other as we watched one another with quiet contemplation. “Would you tell me something of your life before coming to Thaessa?” Her tone was gently curious, sounding like she was trying to balance her genuine intrigue with a desire to not sound nosey. I considered the question, not parti
Harem Ethics 101 23. An Opportunity For Some Lewd Vengeance
We talked for the next few hours about the surfaces of our lives. She fondly reminisced about her hometown of Goldlake, told stories about her early days in the myrian military, her favorite foods, and other odds and ends. I told her about the city I was born and raised in, the other countries I’d visited last summer, and how excited people were for cybernetics to become available to the public within the upcoming year. However, a lot of our exchanges had been devoted to explaining things the other didn’t understand. For instance, we’d spent a good chunk of time talking about the various concepts of cybernetics… “So you’re saying your people replace parts of their bodies with constructs?” she’d said with aghast disbelief. “That’s the idea.” “They replace their flesh with machines?” “Uh… yeah… but there’s a lot of other stuff that goes into it.” “What do you mean by ‘other stuff’?” “Like… it’s made of a bunch of different materials, bits which let your brain and the machine
Harem Ethics 101 24. A Flare of Stupid Satisfaction
“Only ranked ‘highly’? That’s unacceptable!” I said with mock indignation. The feet of my chair rasped across the floor as I rotated it to face her more directly. “Oh?” she asked, a pale pink blush appearing in her cheeks. I placed an elbow atop the table and rested my head against my knuckles before giving her the cockiest smile I could muster. Erection obvious and fully hard beneath the loose gray fabric of my pants. I leaned back in my chair. “I won’t rest until I’m your favorite!” “How ambitious,” she purred with delight. “Think I have good odds?” “You’ve had a good showing so far.” Her face tilted down ever so slightly as she eyed my tented manhood and slid from her chair. I parted my knees to make room for her as she knelt down between my legs, the lower half of her long black coat pooling on the floor. Tucking a loose lock of midnight-colored hair behind her ear that had been left out of her messy ponytail, she looked up at me expectantly. Her mouth curved into a wide
Harem Ethics 101 25. Teetering on the Edge
The instant I removed my hand, her head pulled back. She looked up at me with a pleased grin, still kneeling between my legs, but not making any physical contact. “My, you’re certainly full of surprises.” My rock-hard erection twitched in displeasure at the sudden change in its environment. “I aim to please,” I said aloofly as I screamed internally, desperately hoping she’d continue sooner rather than later from where I’d left off. “Most pleasing among those surprises was your restraint in not attempting to force your cock down my throat,” she said warmly. ”Thank you, Bryan.” A breath of elation fluttered in my stomach at her gratitude, but I was unsure of how to respond to it. “Yeah, uh, I remembered you said you were ‘out of practice’,” I said with a faint touch of embarrassment coloring my voice. Her smile widened at my answer. “Hmm, perhaps sometime in the near future you can help me… ‘practice’,” she purred, “but presently, you deserve a reward for your restraint.” A sing
Harem Ethics 101 25. Teetering on the Edge
The instant I removed my hand, her head pulled back. She looked up at me with a pleased grin, still kneeling between my legs, but not making any physical contact. “My, you’re certainly full of surprises.” My rock-hard erection twitched in displeasure at the sudden change in its environment. “I aim to please,” I said aloofly as I screamed internally, desperately hoping she’d continue sooner rather than later from where I’d left off. “Most pleasing among those surprises was your restraint in not attempting to force your cock down my throat,” she said warmly. ”Thank you, Bryan.” A breath of elation fluttered in my stomach at her gratitude, but I was unsure of how to respond to it. “Yeah, uh, I remembered you said you were ‘out of practice’,” I said with a faint touch of embarrassment coloring my voice. Her smile widened at my answer. “Hmm, perhaps sometime in the near future you can help me… ‘practice’,” she purred, “but presently, you deserve a reward for your restraint.” A sing
Harem Ethics 101 26. We Both get a Weapon
Dripping with cum, the warden blinked up at me, disbelief on her face. My legs wobbled as I basked in the post-orgasm afterglow, forcing me to fall back into my seat or risk tumbling over. Leaning back in my chair, I slipped my spent junk back into my pants. Her eyes hadn’t left me as I collapsed into my seat, her expression still one of semen splattered shock. “So, you’ve surrendered then?” I gave her a lazy grin. “Nope…” “How so?!” she said incredulously as she wiped off a small amount of the warm, gooey substance from her cheek. Her hand thrust out before her as she presented what she thought was her damning evidence, a strand of cum between index finger and thumb. “What of this then?! It hasn’t been thirty minutes since you initiated sexual contact, and you surely mustn’t be expecting for me to believe that it was a mere accident your seed ended up all over my face!” Seed? God, I love the way she talks… But, fuck, she seems pissed… I studied her expression, hoping that I di
Harem Ethics 101 27. Like a Bullet
The warden had returned a few minutes after I’d finished my lunch, still wearing her boots and the black coat over her white button-up and tight pants, and took me out to the same spot in the grasslands we’d been in earlier. Standing two or three feet apart, we faced one another, the gentle breeze of the grasslands feeling good against my face and lightly rustling the warden’s messy ponytail. “As I mentioned in the dining room,” the shadow primal said, “I will use my magic to hopefully grant you a measure of experience in facing ranged threats by firing small stones at you. Due to your specific situation and magic, you will focus on avoiding these attacks.” “How small is ‘small’...” I asked, a bit annoyed at the slight trepidation in my voice. She raised her arm forward, open palm facing the earth. A tiny something shot up from the ground in a gray blur and into her waiting hand before her fingers closed around it. Turning her fist over, she opened it to reveal a pebble the size o
Harem Ethics 101 28. The Curiosity Written on Your Face
She’d been right that it hadn’t been the most awe-inspiring display in terms of visual spectacle… but despite the building itself being undamaged, the amount of force needed to cause the stone to blow up like that was staggering. An unbidden image bloomed in my mind, one of someone’s head blowing apart as a rock thrown by the warden plows through said person’s skull. Like a watermelon exploded by a cannonball… I stared at her, my respect for her growing everdeeper at the display of power… accompanied by an undercurrent of giddy self-satisfaction that someone who could probably kill ten people standing in a line with nothing more than a rock had been sucking my dick less than thirty minutes ago. And is clearly down for way more… Blood started to flow into my dick, her show of magical might only adding to my overall excitement at our elicit game and what came after it was over. Her shoulders relaxed as she released a deep breath. Feeling a bit sheepish at getting hard when she
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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
