Harem app

First-person POV - Liam

The sound of high heels echoed through the hallway, each step closer, heavier. Then, suddenly, the bedroom door was thrown open violently, slamming against the wall.

Amber appeared in the doorway, her eyes narrowed in irritation and her lips pursed into a cute pout. Her eyes scanned the room until they fixed on me, or rather, on us.

She stared intently at the three girls around me; her gaze seemed particularly focused on their pussies, from which my cum was leaking.

Amber was wearing a short black silk robe that struggled to contain her voluptuous curves. The thin, lustrous fabric clung to her body, accentuating her wide hips and narrow waist.

The deep V-neckline left a generous amount of her skin on view, and the fabric stretched over her ample breasts, suggesting that the slightest movement could free them.

The tips of her erect nipples pressed against the thin silk, forming two hard, distinct marks that made her state of arousal clear.

I approached, my body still warm from all the sex. Then I slid my fingers along Amber’s arm, feeling the tension in her.

”Amber, what’s wrong? Why are you upset?” I asked, my voice soft and calming. In recent days, I had learned that the most important skill when having a harem was to communicate appropriately, to ensure my girlfriends didn’t get angry.

She huffed, crossing her arms under her bust, an action that incidentally lifted her breasts even higher, making her nipples stand out more against the fabric.

But she didn’t answer me, and a heavy silence fell over the room, interrupted only by the soft breaths of the girls.

”Amber?” I insisted gently, pulling her closer to me.

She finally yielded with an exasperated sigh, her curvaceous body molding against mine. She whispered something almost inaudible into my chest.

”What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

She lifted her face, her eyes now shining with a mixture of desire, jealousy, and determination.

”I said,” she repeated, her voice firmer but still laden with emotion, ”I want to have your child, too. I can’t believe you sneaked off to impregnate these girls without even telling me.”

I blinked in confusion. I didn’t even know Amber was interested in that.

Besides, I wasn’t the one who sneaked off. Amber was the one who blindfolded me and led me to the room. I just kept my promise.

I was also confused about how Amber knew about it, but she apparently could sense the fact that the girls were pregnant. Probably something related to her powers as a succubus queen.

In moments like this, I knew one simple way to solve problems. Besides, four pregnant women was still a manageable amount.

I slipped my hand around Amber’s slender waist, drawing her closer until our bodies pressed together. The warmth and softness of her full breasts molded against me, leaving no space between us.

I leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. All her anger melted away in an instant, and she looked up at me, her expression completely filled with love.

”Please, let me have your baby too?” she begged with her eyes, her voice laced with desire.

Without breaking the embrace, I guided her toward a couch in the room, as the bed was already occupied by the other girls.

As I sat down, I pulled her with me, settling her onto my lap, her curves settling against me in a way that felt both familiar and intoxicating.

We lost ourselves in the kiss, a mindless, repeated rhythm of lips and tongues. There was no restraint, only the slick, warm evidence of our passion glistening on our skin. Amber’s skin was cool compared to my own, which was still flushed and damp.

My hands slid from her waist, pushing up the soft fabric of her robe, revealing her perfect body to the world while we kissed passionately.

With a gentle but firm pressure, I guided Amber down onto the soft cushions of the couch. She sank into them with a soft gasp, her huge breasts bouncing with a heavy, sensual weight that made my breath catch.

I fumbled with my belt, the buckle clinking impatiently before I shoved my pants and boxers down my thighs in one hurried motion. My cock, already fully hard and straining, sprang free.

I knelt between her spread legs, my gaze drinking in the sight of her laid bare for me. I ran a hand up her inner thigh, feeling her tremble at the touch, before positioning myself.

The head of my cock found her wet entrance, slick and impossibly hot. I pressed against her, not yet entering.

Then, with a single, deep, and deliberate thrust, I buried myself inside her. A low groan tore from my throat at the sensation of being enveloped by her tight, welcoming heat.

Every time my hands roamed her curves, every time I cupped the full swell of her hips or the incredible softness of her breasts, a powerful, singular thought washed over me: I’m going to make this woman bear my child.

I rode that potent sensation, letting it fuel my movements as I filled her. She was soft and voluptuous in my arms, and I cherished her, loved her, and claimed her completely.

In turn, she clung to me fiercely, her kisses devouring, her hips rising to meet my thrusts with a shameless, urgent rhythm.

Duty and desire, instinct and passion, we conveyed them all through our joined lips and bodies, feeling them, sharing them, melting into one being that burned with a single, blazing intention.

”Ahnn!! Fuck, fuck me harder!”

I drove into her fiercely, seeking only the primal pleasure of the act. Amber accepted it, her hips meeting each thrust with a fervor that suggested it was her greatest desire.

The wet, rhythmic sounds of our joining filled the space between our ragged breaths. In the face of this intense, primal urge to breed, such vulgarities mattered little. Soon, Amber, overcome, began to climax in rapid succession.

Even in the haze of passion, I was acutely aware of our audience, the silent, watchful presence of others in the room, their gazes a tangible heat on my skin. Yet Amber and I continued to revel in our copulation.

Then, Amber shuddered especially hard, her inner muscles clenching around me tightly. I thrust deeply one last time, burying myself inside her as I began to ejaculate.

”Naa...a, haaaaa, fuck! It’s so good!”

A powerful, viscous flood erupted deep within her, fulfilling the single, blazing intention that had consumed me. I was claiming her, seeding her, forcing her body to acknowledge its true purpose.

Amber accepted it with a dazed, slovenly expression before breaking into a soft smile.

”So much, fuck it’s so good... your seed, it’s so warm, it’s filling me completely.”

”I want to get you pregnant.”

”I love you,” she whispered, her voice thick with pleasure. ”Because you know exactly what I need to hear.”

I shifted, rolling Amber onto the cushions beside me and pulling my cock out. For just an instant, my semen, freed from its confines, trickled out onto the fabric.