Ghoul King's Harem

Megan lifted her legs, the flimsy skirt dropping to the ground as she spread her legs, placing both feet on the black sofa like the letter "m" before the caramel-coloured slit revealed its glistening attraction, thick strings of her nectar began to ooze from the neat lips pooling just below her plump ass squished on the sofa's cushion.

"Do you like my used, filthy pussy? Are you a helpless pervert?" Megan turned her head to the side, noticing his intense gaze, glimpsing his cock suddenly erecting in seconds as her body burned with flames beyond her control.

Alex's steps were slow; as he considered how to satisfy Megan, she was nothing like Patricia, and mere pleasure would only make her orgasm and not touch her shattered heart, maybe creating an imperfect or incomplete ghoul.

'She doesn't need to be rushed.' He concluded, slowly sitting beside her, avoiding the desire to touch and enjoy her beautiful body, his cock twitching in anticipation; as he was about to touch her, he jerked his hand back in disgust, shaking his head.

'I won't do it this way; let's learn more about her.'

Megan looked at Alex, his body dropping beside her as his naked ass sank into the cushion, his mere presence driving her insane, her body throbbing and screaming to pounce on him; before she was occupied, his deep voice sounded before a soft hand brushed past her cheek; comforting but nothing she never experienced with other guys before.

"Can you tell me more about yourself?" Alex asked Megan, his lips forming a charming smile.

Alex looked at her eyes; he earned a few points by never trailing them down to her breasts, ignoring her cute pussy with the curled black hair along her pubis in a fluffy strip.

"Well... I don't know where to start..." Her voice was soft yet trembling with desire; in a way, she was glad that Alex was here now. "I've been through a lot of shit since I was a kid... Haha." Alex found her soft and melodic voice very soothing as his hand began to massage her neck, slowly as her bones cracked lightly and tight muscles began to loosen.

She found herself leaning forward, letting his hands access her back, which was horrible due to her larger breasts and a lazy attitude towards working out, only doing the bare minimum. His hands were warm and gentle as they rubbed and massaged her back, soothing away the tension in her body and making her feel so much better.

"A few years ago... I had a boyfriend who I loved so much..." She blurted out, scared as she felt his hands move suddenly, but Alex continued as if nothing had happened to signal her to continue her story about him.

"He was so kind and gentle; we would hold hands as we walked somewhere together, or he'd hold my hand while we slept because he said I was cold... He never forced himself on me or pushed me off his lap or anything like that... He was just so good." Megan sighed heavily as Alex kissed behind each shoulder blade while continuing his gentle massage.

"I felt so happy every day... But then... He got fired... Or rather..." She bit back tears, now sitting between Alex's legs, smoothly moved during his massage as she reminisced about a past she had tried to seal for over two years.

"It all went wrong after that... He began drinking more often than usual... He began paying less attention... One day, he went out for drinks with friends after work; I didn't see him for several days because he refused my calls or texts... When he finally returned home after three days... He came back drunk! I remember he stumbled into our bathroom and vomited into our sink before passing out on our bed." She looked angry instantly before looking away again without saying anything further.

Alex didn't mind about her past; he too had Amy and the many other women he slept with; because he knew the basics of her past, it made it easier to empathise with her; now, he moved his hands lower slowly as he began to help massage her waist; although she would be easier laydown and if her ass wasn't so huge; but he didn't mind.

'This girl, so much for not caring; pretty much just bottled it all up...' He thought sadly as he squeezed gently on Megan's ass cheeks before moving up towards her waist, enjoying her light moans naturally escaping her lips. "And then?" Alex asked for more information from Megan, who seemed rather dreary.

"I knew something had happened while he was gone." The woman sighed heavily again but didn't continue on further than that.

"I called him several times when I found out he wasn't working or calling me, but he never answered once..." She sighed again as Alex used fingers from both hands together from both fingers working on both sides of Megan's waist before moving up towards under each breast.

"Mmmmm, he found another woman; despite asking me to work extra jobs and cause my studies to suffer, I wanted to become an interior designer.... so badly!" She said with anger and sadness as Alex's fingers pressed against each nipple gently yet firmly while still massaging her; Megan looked at him with wet eyes, slight tears dripping from the corners.

"I wanted his attention back... But he never did! He told me things had changed for him! That it wasn't just about being nice or gentle anymore! He said something like, 'he wanted more!' I didn't understand what he meant by that..." She said quietly without saying anything further.

Her body trembled as Alex's fingers continued their slow pace between each nipple before moving away from them slightly.

"Then... I found them one morning; coming home early from work, he was fucking her on our bed, OUR bed!" The young woman said angrily, with anger and sadness filling every word until there was nothing left from anger or sadness left within herself. "That bastard! After all that time together!" She added softly before looking away once again.

Alex listened quietly; his touch helped slowly reduce her resistance to the ghoul infection; hot sighs escaped her lips as she became impassioned, pushing her breasts against his fingers to get more pleasure. "At that time..."

Megan didn't continue her word's before; she bit her lips and looked back to Alex; his massaging caused her to feel wonderful, not just sexual pleasure, but her body felt rested; he listened to her without speaking or interjecting, and the look on his face was gentle, there was no judgment or dislike, which caused her heart to feel even more consumed by the strange changes in her body and mind.

'Why don't you frown? I am not squeaky clean, even before those males violated me; I slept with countless men to wipe away this disgrace...'

She was scared that he couldn't accept her darkest secret, something that even Patricia and Shanon didn't know. Yet Alex seemed so different from those men who hurt and abused them; despite his tribal skin markings, sharp teeth and fierce scars (although not bad considering he was an actual ghoul), Alex seemed different than any other man she had met before...

This wasn't the first time she had spoken about her past, but even after the first words, the boys would withdraw; after fucking her, they would never call or speak again, even more so after this story.

However, this time, there was no recoil from Alex - no rejection or disgust! It was so strange seeing someone like him accept something like this! She felt comfortable again with him, even if it felt like an odd feeling of guilt for doing so.

"It wasn't long before that... My periods stopped! Even though I would try to keep track of it through my period app on my phone because I always had it on me... It just... Stopped!" Megan said quietly as Alex listened in silence again after asking if there was anything else; however, there was nothing else she could add at that moment.

Alex didn't mind about this either: if men are going to reject you for your past, then they weren't worth your time anyway! The ghoul could tell that Megan felt better just by speaking those words aloud while his fingers continued their slow pace around each breast until he moved away to lift his hands from both breasts and onto Megan's waist once again.

Megan's voice sounded fragile; different from her feisty and resistant tone; like she was afraid, worried about being rejected once again; her hands grasped his thigh, Megan's nails almost penetrating his flesh as she forced words out.

"Alex, let's say... If a woman you met and wanted to be with was pregnant before meeting you, would you break it off with her? I mean... The baby isn't there; she just had a pregnancy history, and you would never be the first man for her..." She asked seriously but without hatred or meanness in her voice; curiosity filled it rather than judgment or disgust.

'I don't care how his skill changes me; or has changed me. Saying this, knowing I loved Martin shows that Alex didn't bend my will nor delete these feelings, and I hope he will accept my past; no other was willing, and my heart is too fragile to believe in the white lies a man tells of getting me into bed anymore...'

Megan only thought this because he rejected her body clearly; Alex could be fucking her right at this moment if he wanted; thus, she decided to trust him, even a little, with the faintest of hope.

She no longer felt confident, like an incomplete woman due to her past; every relationship with a man in the future would be empty and lack meaning.

Because of that one mistake, that single fall and miscarriage, Megan could no longer have children.