Harem Assassins : King Sekton's Harem Planet, Book 2: A Space Opera Harem Adventure by Baron Sord (mobi ebook reader .TXT) 📕

I gave Dyna my best skunk smile. The ass end, of course.

“You can’t whip me!” Dyna gawked. “I’m an officer! She’s a Xeno grunt! And she’s a spy! I saw!” She backed up a step like she wanted to run. “Whip her!” She meant Syx. “She deserves it! Not me! I didn’t do anything!”

Ignoring Dyna, I said, “Sergeant Kane?”

“Yes, my king?”

“Would you happen to know the way to the stockade?” I asked with a syrupy sneer because Kane obviously did know.

“Yeah,” Kane snorted. “You want a grunt like me to take an officer like her to lockup?” Sergeant Kane said it with some relish, even though she was a Normal like Dyna.

“Yes I would. Lock up officer Dyna for 24 hours — I mean 25 — while I decide how many lashes we give her.”

“Your wish is my command,” Kane said merrily. She grabbed Dyna brusquely by the upper arm and gave her a slight shove. “Let’s go, Lieutenant.”

“This isn’t right!” Dyna whined. “I demand a fair trial!”

“You didn’t demand one for Corporal Syx,” I smirked.

“She doesn’t deserve one!” Dyna screeched. “She’s a Xeno!”

“Get her out of here,” I scowled.

Kane’s security detail wrestled a fighting Dyna toward the hexagonal hatchway that led out of the Mess Hall. Sergeant Kane followed, not hiding her gloating smile.

I glanced at Syx and said calmly, “Back to your post, corporal.”

“Thank you, Tim,” Syx smiled, her golden eyes glowing brighter than usual. She bowed formally, arms out in the official ballet pose every other guardswoman used.

“Did you just call me Tim?” I grinned.

“I guess I did,” Syx giggled.

“Get out of here,” I chuckled.

Syx walked out of the Mess Hall with a spring in her step.

“I don’t trust her,” Colonel Sadys said when Syx was gone.

“So I noticed,” I smirked.

“My king, while Hydra does know when soldiers like Syx remove their rings, the enlisted women have ways of fooling her.”

“What are you saying?”

“Respectfully, my king, unless we review video of Corporal Syx’s bunk, we don’t know she was there all night. For all we do know, she might be more than a spy. She might also be a saboteur.”

“Oh.” I suddenly felt dumb. “I guess we should’ve done that before I issued my judicial decision.”

“Far be it from me to tell you what to do, my king, but there’s no telling with those Devilkin. We can review her bunk video now, if you like.” Sadys smiled like she was enjoying this a bit too much.

“Hydra?” I said. “Care to do the honors?”

“For you…” Hydra said without finishing her statement.

“Was that a yes or a no?” I grumbled.

Hydra arched a defiant eyebrow.

Colonel Sadys said, “Please, Hydra. For my sake.”

“Here’s the video,” Hydra said flatly. “Ma’am.”

Several new floating windows appeared. In fast playback, they showed Syx from multiple camera angles wearing a black sports bra and black short-shorts walking through a barracks bunkhouse toward her bunk and climbing into it. Once in bed, Syx pulled the covers up and closed her eyes. For the next couple of minutes, she shifted and repositioned herself like you would expect from someone too wound up to sleep.

Then something strange happened.

“Wait, Hydra,” I said. “Slow down the video.”

“Must I?”

“Please, Hydra,” Colonel Sadys said. “For me?”

“Fiiiiine,” Hydra sighed.

Under the covers, Syx rolled onto her side and pulled her knees up to her chest. Something shifted under her blanket. Something that looked like a snake. It coiled down from her backside and thrust up between her legs. Where it went under the covers was anybody’s guess. Slowly but surely, the snakelike shape established a regular rhythm.

“What is that?” I asked curiously, cocking my head to the side.

“Her tail, my king,” Colonel Sadys said with slight disgust.

“She has a tail?”

“They come and go according to their mood.”

“Right,” I said, having no idea what that meant. “What’s she doing with it?” I said, leaning closer to the floating window.

“Pleasuring herself with it, I presume,” Sadys looked away from the window and sighed impatiently.

“Whaaat?!” I chuckled, looking directly at Sadys because I was too embarrassed to look directly at the floating window of Syx, even though that was exactly what I wanted to do.

“Skrucking herself with it,” Sadys sneered. “They’re all like this, those Devilkin. Nymphomaniacal whores.”

That was rich coming from Colonel Sadys, who had begged me repeatedly for sex.

“Have you seen enough, my king?” Sadys sneered.

“Aren’t we confirming her alibi that she was in her bunk all night?” I was watching the video of Syx out the corner of my eye. Amazing what you could see in your peripheral vision if you paid attention.

“It appears you have that task well in hand, my king,” Sadys said sarcastically.

I didn’t yet, but I was considering it. Syx was hot. What did you expect me to do?

“Permission to return to my post, my king?” Sadys asked.

“Yeah, sure. Go for it.” I glanced around the Mess Hall. “Maybe now might be a good time for a lunch break. I’m getting pretty hungry,” I lied while Syx’s bunk video continued to unfold in my peripheral vision.

Colonel Sadys walked a few paces until she had passed the floating holographic windows, then stopped. “One minor request, my king?”

“Hmm?” I said, looking straight at her above the bunk video windows because this angle allowed me to continue watching Syx writhing in her bed, knotting her own fingers in her black mane of hair, and biting her plump lower lip in pre-orgasmic ecstasy, but that was just a guess because I was only watching with my peripheral vision.

Faintly, Syx could be heard moaning, “Yes, my king. Yes. Just like that.”

I swallowed audibly.

Was she talking about me?

If she was… whoa.

“Yes, Tim! Yes!” she squealed. “Yes, yes, yes!”

At that point, I just about lost my mind. And my load. Not once in my entire life had I ever imagined a hot babe of any kind — Devilkin or otherwise — would be masturbating while fantasizing about me. Yet here it was. On video, no less.

Easily the hottest turn on I’d ever experienced.

“My king?” Colonel Sadys