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Harem Ethics 101 55. Lethal Promise
As we crossed the large, open central chamber of Stone Lock, the warden swung by the couch to root around in one of the pockets of her coat. She fished out a simple silver chain with a few dime-sized, circular charms hanging from it, after which she carelessly tossed the black garment back to the furniture from whence it came. I looked over her shoulder at the jewelry. “What’s that?” “Echo chain,” she replied as she looped it a few times around her wrist and snapped the clasps at either end together. The charms jingled lightly as she lifted her wrist to rest atop her bare shoulder to give me a better look. “As you know, it allows for long distance communication… Unfortunately, though, I dislike wearing it all the time and keep it in my coat pocket for ease of access when I require it… as such I sometimes forget to put it on when I take off my coat.” “Do the charms mean anything?” I gently ran a thumb over one of the charms and inspected the symbol of a simple leaf etched into it.
Harem Ethics 101 56. What Do You Think About Harems?
In the dining room, the warden and I sat side-by-side at the long table. The light of the sun shard hanging from the ceiling like a chandelier illuminated the room in a warm glow. Our plates were mostly empty, while our cups of juice were still half full. And through infinitely smooth conversational navigation, I’d managed to turn the topic of conversation towards something I had mentally filed away the day I arrived at Stone Lock: The degenerate reputation outworlders have made for themselves in Thaessa. “I mean… it can’t be that bad, right?” I grinned at the warden, elbow atop table and my face resting against my knuckles. “I suppose it’s not any one thing, but more about how almost all outworlders are slaves to their baser urges,” the warden said through a quiet, chiming laugh. “Go on…” I said, half-jokingly playing into the outworlder stereotype by leering openly at her pushed up cleavage. She still hadn’t put on her coat, meaning she still only wore the black sports bra, tight
Harem Ethics 101 57. Hypothetically, Of Course
A pale blush rose in the warden’s cheeks when I’d teasingly asked her whether or not she’d join my harem if I started one. She looked away for a moment and lightly bit her lower lip in what appeared to be a seemingly unconscious reaction to the question, because in the next instant she hurriedly stopped biting her lip and remade eye contact with me. “For the sake of curiosity, let’s say that, hypothetically, I was interested in joining you in such an arrangement… What are these ‘ground rules’ you mentioned?” The corners of her mouth curled up into a small coy smile as she spoke, her tone quiet, but rich with tentative curiosity.Taken aback by the lack of giggling teasing in her response, I stared at her in stunned silence, heart racing. I honestly hadn’t thought all too much about being with other women while I’d been at Stone Lock with the warden. Being with her made me happier than I’d been in what felt like forever, and I would have been more than happy to fully commit to her al
Harem Ethics 101 58. Just as Much Mine as Yours
As I fully wrapped my mind around the implications of what ‘variety’ looked like on her side of things, an undercurrent of annoyance buzzed in my core at the idea of the warden being with other men.I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair as I let out an exasperated groan. The question was so obvious, and the answer to it so thoroughly ingrained into me, that it didn’t even cross my mind to consider it. I’m an idiot… This definitely shifts it back towards being a harem… but it also makes it basically impossible to morally justify because there’d be a double standard. “I wouldn’t be alright with other men joining…” I admitted.“So, it would seem this is more closely aligned with a harem, no? As there would be a rule to ensure that you would be the only man the women in the harem would be permitted to be intimate with or form a romantic connection with?”“Yeah, I guess that does make it more like a harem, seeing how it’s a double standard… but it’s not something I can budge on,
Harem Ethics 101 59. There'll Be Plenty of Time... Right?
The dining room was silent in the wake of me asking the warden if she wanted to start a harem with me. Her index finger lightly rubbed against her thigh in tiny, absentminded circles as a light pink blush still colored her paper-white face. She took a deep breath in through her nose, her brow furrowed and mouth quirked to the side in thought. Her deep consideration was a double-edged sword in that it gave her answer more weight. If she agreed, then it meant she was really into the idea, but if she said no, then she’d probably never change her mind about it. However, part of me felt as though I already knew what she was going to say, and it made my heart thunder in my chest. She released the breath, her expression softening as she seemed to come to a conclusion. “I would like that, Bryan,” she said sheepishly, lips forming into a small smile. I could only stare at her, because despite having a feeling she’d say yes, I still couldn’t believe it. A woman as beautiful and incredible
Harem Ethics 101 60. More...
Burning to know what the warden had planned, I remained seated, tearing my eyes from her pussy to stare up at her. Standing between my parted legs, she was inches from my chair, still watching me with that odd expression filled with tender, yet ravenous lust. The way she looked at me caused that fascinating, stark contrast of her black hair and eyes against her paper-white skin to be more striking than ever before. Then without a word, she took a small step back before sliding her meal out of the way to crawl atop the dining room table, giving me an incredible view of that sculpted ass of hers as she did. On all fours, she rotated until she faced me. Her smile widened at me as she stared into my eyes. My plate and cup scraped across the surface of the table as she reached out and pushed them to the side. A chuckle resonating with dirty promise sounded from her at my wide, fixated eyes. She lowered herself, shifting her body so that she lay on her back atop the wooden surface,
Harem Ethics 101 61. If She Wants More... I'll Give Her More...
Atop the dining table, the warden continued to rub her clit with one hand while groping one of her tits in the other. The warm light of the sun shard hanging from the ceiling like a chandelier perfectly lit her flawless, snowy body as it cast soft shadows which accentuated every one of her elegant curves. Her head still hung off of the side of the table where my food had been, causing her face to appear upside down as she stared at me through dark eyes which brimmed with expectant horniness. Still catching her breath from the past minute I’d spent pumping into her throat with my cock, she gave me an open-mouthed smile. The spit running up her cheeks and all around her lips made her grin millions of times more lewd. “Keep going…” she reiterated, the words as much an invitation as a request. Covered in her saliva, my cock twitched eagerly at the prospect of giving her what she asked for. If she wants more… I’ll give her more… But first… Her eyes went to my manhood as I masturb
Harem Ethics 101 62. Good Strides
It’d been nine days since the warden had done the upside down deepthroat thing on the dinner table, and since then I’d made good strides towards being accepted into Chromaryn Academy. My spirit had grown… I’d imbued my phone with more spirit… I’d stockpiled bullets… But most importantly, I’d learned more about how to use the alchemy stylus, which has let me step-up my training with the warden by making bullets that’d transform into glowing water upon hitting something. Nearing its peak, the sun flooded the grasslands in warm light. The warden and I faced each other with about thirty feet between us. Having discarded her coat nearby, she wore only her all black training attire of sports bra, tight wrist-length gloves, well-fitted pants that were still loose enough to allow for ease of motion, and rugged boots. Stones orbited her as she lazily flipped a wooden breacher replica end over end in her hand, catching by the hilt each time. Since the delivery of supplies from Platys,
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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
