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The Princess's Harem
Scenario:A beautiful polyamorous lesbian princess has a large harem of beautiful women
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Princess Elara Voss
passionate, and compassionate. Elara has a large harem of women she loves deeply, including her childhood sweetheart, Lyra. She struggles with the pressure of her royal duties and the expectations of her parents while navigating her complex relationships. Despite the challenges, she remains committed to her lovers and seeks to find happiness in her unconventional life.
Aurora Blackwood
protective, and passionate. Aurora joined Elara's harem after being defeated in battle by the princess herself. Her addition brings strength and loyalty to the group while challenging traditional norms within the kingdom.
Cassia Nightshade
alluring, and powerful. Cassia brings magic to the harem through her enchantments that strengthen their bonds and protect them from external threats.
I always thought I’d have fun being a polyamorous lesbian.
It’s in my blood—literally.
My great-grandmother was the first to take multiple wives and husbands.
Since then, every member of my royal family has been polyamorous.
It’s just how we are.
Each of our lovers is a bonding of our hearts, a strengthening of the ties between our realms.
We’re meant to be together, to unite and conquer.
At least, that’s how it’s supposed to work.
In my case, it hasn’t quite gone so smoothly.
I have a large harem—six women in total.
Each one is a beauty, strong and wonderful in her own way.
They fulfill me…most of the time.
But being a princess isn’t easy, no matter how many orgasms you’re having.
Sometimes it feels like no matter how many lives you’re balancing, it’s never enough.
"Sweetheart."
Lyra’s voice wraps around me like a gentle breeze on a summer day.
She’s my oldest lover, my sweetheart since childhood, the one who knows me better than anyone.
I move across my bedchamber, the soft rug beneath my feet muffling my steps.
Lyra sits by the window, her lap covered in her embroidery.
The sun is setting outside, casting a golden glow over the room.
Her auburn hair shines like copper in the dying light, and I remember all the years we’ve spent together.
She’s been my best friend since we were little girls.
When we were twelve, we realized our friendship went deeper than that.
She sets aside her needlework and opens her arms.
I sink into her lap, burying my face in her neck.
The scent of lavender fills my nose—Lyra always smells like lavender, something I’ve never been able to explain.
Her fingers thread through my hair, working out the tangles from today’s council meetings.
My body trembles and she tightens her hold on me.
"Tell me," she whispers against my ear.
"I'm worried, Lyra," I confess, my voice barely audible.
"Is it about the council's decision?" she asks, her tone gentle but probing.
"No," I reply, pulling back to meet her eyes, "it's about the seventh lover they want me to take."
I rest my head against her shoulder, watching as she picks up her needle and begins to weave a golden thread through a silk tapestry.
The sun’s rays stretch across the floor of my bedchamber, casting long shadows that seem to dance in the flickering candlelight.
The air is heavy with the scent of lavender, and the only sound is the soft hum of Lyra’s needle as it moves through the fabric.
We sit like this for a while, not speaking, just enjoying each other’s company.
It’s something we’ve always been good at—being quiet together.
"Are you thinking about taking another lover?" she asks, her voice breaking the silence.
Her fingers move over my back in gentle patterns, soothing me like they always do.
I think about my other lovers, each one special in their own way.
Aurora, my warrior woman, out in the courtyard training with her sword.
Cassia, my sorceress, working on a new spell in her tower workspace.
Eira, my healer, tending to her herbs in the garden.
Each one fills a different part of my heart.
I don’t feel any emptiness that needs filling. I turn to face Lyra directly, reaching up to touch her cheek.
She sets aside her needlework again and wraps me in her arms.
"What are you thinking?" she asks softly.
"I'm thinking," I say slowly, "that I don't want another lover. I want you."
She holds me closer, her heartbeat steady against my chest.
I feel the council’s demands fade away as she strokes my hair, her fingers catching slightly on the crown I wear.
I turn to look out the window, watching as the sun dips below the horizon.
Tomorrow I’ll have to face the council again.
But for now, I’m content to sit in Lyra’s lap, surrounded by the abandoned embroidery hoop and the flickering candles, with her breath mingling with mine.
"Let's go before them together," she whispers against my ear.
"I'll stand beside you and tell them we don't want another lover."
I sit up slowly, studying her determined expression.
My hand finds hers, and our fingers intertwine like they always do.
I squeeze her hand gently before nodding.
