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

pent up, wound up, painfully swollen, and grinding against the bed like that might satisfy but never did?

This was exactly that feeling.

Times infinity.

Because that one hand-job earlier from Captain Theia hadn’t soothed this savage beast. Instead, Theia’s hand had primed the pump, lit a three-alarm fire under my ass, and their names were Aura, Iyse, and Kuma. Eating breakfast with the Titillating Trio had turned me into a raging inferno ready to inseminate, I mean incinerate an entire continent… of Zalaxian pussy, which did not help me sleep one bit.

I tossed.

I turned.

I sure as hell didn’t sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw gorgeous naked babes. Babes I knew personally, babes who were dying to do the deed as much as I was. Heck, more than once in the past four days, I’d had guardswomen corner me and start moaning pre-orgasmically, some of them stroking the crotches of their uniforms, others sliding a hand into their uniform’s V-cut to fondle their own breasts, and still others doing both at the same time, all of them showing me their O-faces — in a classy and seductive way, of course — and giving me a taste of what I could expect if I made them my first. But I had turned them all down. Problem now, I was imagining every one of those O-faces I knew so well, sexy O-faces intended for me, gorgeous O-faces I was only allowed to remember — not see them beneath me in bed, no, only secretly and shamefully remember — because of my stupid commitment.

As soon as I tried to think about something else, something non-sexual for the sake of my promise to Oia, WHAM! My man-fantasy was destroyed by the jolting memory of the physical agony of having my ribs cracked in the death grip of that damn dragon only hours earlier.

Sure, I’d healed those broken bones, but not my emotional scars.

In short, sleep was impossible.

So I got up to wander the halls of the outpost. The Titillating Trio and a dozen other Shock Knights trailed behind me. It was still early morning and most corridors were nearly empty aside from us and the echo of our boots.

I turned corners randomly, no destination in mind.

I was too busy mourning my dead sex life — killed tragically by my own chainsaw, Vrawk! — to have a specific goal in mind.

For whatever reason, I ended up in the stockade, specifically in the viewing room watching the white demon guardswomen caged on the other side of the glass in the hexagonal holding cell. They were awake, and slid sensuously up the glass walls when they saw me, moaning and beckoning breathily. Their breasts ballooned against the glass, their tongues licked it. One of them slid a phallic finger teasingly inside herself, sinking it deep and with wicked purpose. When she was good and ready, she moaned and pulled her finger out to give it a slow blowjob before using it to wipe a slippery wet line glistening across the glass, then give me an inviting wink.

Another demon babe lay back on a bench, her legs spread. A second demon babe got down on all fours and buried her face between the first one’s legs. The first had her tail come sliding between the legs of the second one down on all fours. The first one’s tail stroked back and forth between the second one’s legs.

I could see the tip of the first one’s tail thrusting relentlessly and wetly forward and back, forward and back, drawing moan after moan from the second demon babe with every slippery stroke. When the one on her back started to come, thanks to the expert head given by the she-demon between her legs, the first babe bit her lip and stared a challenge at me, a challenge that said come and get it. It being the dripping pussy of the second demon, who was thrusting her back end hypnotically and rhythmically toward me as the first one’s tail continued teasing the second one’s glistening clit.

Watching their blatant sexuality made me furious.

It had taken only five days for Harem Planet to turn into a living hell.

Risk your life twice a day, and look but don’t touch.

Fucking promises.

Vrawk.

I was beyond jealous of these demon women basking in their sexuality, taunting me with it, tormenting me to the point of spontaneous combustion. I was ready to fucking blow in every way you can imagine, good and bad.

Because of my fucking promise, there was nothing I could do without breaking my word to Oia, and we had already established that my word was a concrete bunker that not even a nuclear blast could break. Scepter was not pleased.

The demon on her back hooked a come-hither finger at me through the glass, beckoning me to fill her every demon need with my pent up seed. When I didn’t respond, she pushed her tail tightly inside the second demon, parting the second demon’s swollen lips, going deep, disappearing slowly into the feminine darkness I desired with every boson of my being.

Without thinking, I grunted, “I should go in there and show them how it’s done.”

“Why, my king?” Iyse asked, worried. “They’ll kill you.”

“We wouldn’t,” Aura purred seductively. “But we might make you think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”

Iyse flicked a disgusted glance at the demon women and smirked, “They’ll literally kill you.”

“They’ll try,” Kuma said like the demons couldn’t possibly succeed.

“I was joking,” I lied miserably. One glance at the Titillating Trio and the other Shock Knights behind them only made it worse. All of them were naked, gorgeous, and willing to fulfill my every sexual fantasy. But…

Fucking promises, I thought with a grim grunt.

Vrawk.

“Let’s go,” I growled and stormed out of there.

It wasn’t long before I was back in Medical, lying on the bed in my recovery room with Aura, Iyse, and Kuma again guarding the open hatchway from outside. Only then did I realize how tired I was. Physically exhausted. And that led to bad