JamesonSteele

Jacob Turner finds himself at the heart of a battle that will determine the future of the world. Too bad that world isn't Earth.
A stranger from another world, armed with nothing but a revolver and a heart burdened with love, Jacob is thrust into the realm of Mirntha. A cowboy with no place to call home, Jacob must now fight against the Cursed Lord, a malevolent being whose hatred threatens to destroy everything.
Along the way, Jacob forges bonds with powerful allies, including the fierce and buxom Althea, the gentle Elara, and the vivacious Seraphina.
With kingdoms on the brink of collapse and ancient prophecies unfolding, Jacob's journey will test the limits of his courage, loyalty, and the unexpected strength of his heart. As darkness looms, love may be the only force powerful enough to save Mirntha—or destroy it.

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This is a harem fantasy story that starts out slow. There is a focus on the romance and slice of life, but will contain many R18 scenes further down the line.

Tags include: Action, Fantasy, Weak to Strong, Romance, Large Harem, MILFs, Queens and Princesses, Mother-daughter pairs, R18.

The Wandering Cowboy: A Harem Fantasy

Jacob stirred, reaching out instinctively for the warmth that had been beside him all night, but his searching hands met only cool sheets. His brows furrowed as he slowly opened one eye, confirming that Eleanor was no longer lying next to him.

Blinking away sleep, he sat up and ran a hand over his face, shaking off the last remnants of slumber. His gaze soon found her—sitting before the dressing table, brushing through her golden locks with slow, practiced strokes. A soft hum escaped her lips, a melody that was both familiar and soothing, the sound weaving effortlessly into the quiet of the morning.

A smile curved Jacob's lips as he watched her, taking in the way the silk robe draped over her form, teasing at the curves he had worshipped the night before. His eyes flickered to the edge of the bed, where another robe lay neatly folded. He reached for it, slipping it over his broad shoulders before tying the sash securely around his waist.

Morning After