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I'm the Empress! So I'm Going to Make Myself a Harem

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "...I have to choose a King Consort right now?!" No sooner did the young woman from Earth awake in the body of Empress Isabelle of Nevremia than she was informed she'd have to choose a King Consort to keep her throne. While she was still trying to get used to her new body, new world, and new position, her advisors insisted she marry some stranger to retain her power. "But don't Empresses get to make the rules?" As Isabelle Von Nevremia. not only is she the revered empress of a powerful country, but she has access to a special status system, which allows her to read people's names, skills, moods, and even their kinks. As well as that, there's some kind of mysterious 'challenge' system that awards her 'skill points' for successfully completing challenges. ...But all the challenges are just seducing people. How tacky... "...If I'm going to be Empress, then I won't have a king! I'm going to have a harem!"

Amesaya · Fantasie
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I'm not overly ambitious, I'm a skilled multitasker [R18] 2

The pressure inside her was incredible; unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, so overwhelming that she could hardly bear it.

Her walls stretched tight, pulsating around Alex, gripping him so strongly that he actually flinched from the sensation. The way he twitched and pulsed inside her in response drew a strangled moan from her throat, that bubbled up along Lyov's length.

Alex slowly, hesitantly, started rocking his hips into hers, his hands grabbing at her hips. He'd pull away slightly and then push in further. In, and back. Slowly increasing the depth.

Phoenix's thrust was almost painfully slow, agonizing, drawing out each moment until she could feel every tiny detail, every minute movement, every twitch of every single one of his muscles.