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

“I like the sound of that,” I chuckled, turned on by the seductive sound of her voice. That, and memories of her riding me with her heavenly body in that blue Fold Bed back on the Artemis, her breasts swaying with every stroke, my hands grabbing her feminine hips, her tight heat sliding wetly clenching up and down, her hips grinding against mine in time with her moans. I stifled a grunting moan of my own at that heady memory.

Venus slid her hand off the bed and found my thigh. “I like the feel of this.” She caressed her fingers across my uniform slacks, teasing my growing length ever longer.

“You don’t have to,” I said dismissively, acutely aware the recovery room hatch was open and another nurse had just walked by.

“I know how hard it is…” It was damn hard. “…my king.”

“Yeah,” I grunted as she started a slow stroke.

“All those beautiful Zalaxian women throwing themselves at you, day and night, night and day? I know how they can be. I’m one of them. We go wild for a powerful man like you.”

I sat there thrusting and surging into her hand, completely unable to resist her slow rhythm. I’d been in denial about how insanely turned on I’d been for the past two days. I’d been assaulted by hotness constantly. It wasn’t just the naked eye candy. It was the adoration from babe after babe, and me doing nothing about it. Without realizing it, I had gone come-crazy at some point, and was pretending it didn’t affect me. That was a laugh. I’d turned into a walking hard-on.

“Let it out, my king. Let it all out.” Venus’ hand stroked slowly, back and forth, holding me through my uniform slacks. One finger briefly traced the contours of my rigid desire before resuming a relentless rhythm.

Ecstasy swept over me. I tightened and arched up off the chair.

“Give it to me, my king. Give me everything you have. Empty yourself into me, my king. Fill me. Fill me with your need.”

I closed my eyes and saw Venus naked on top of me in that Fold Bed and felt myself gripped inside her tight heat. The memory of it was intense and put me right back in that moment.

I strained a grunt as everything clenched. I strangled my urge to roar so I didn’t wake Oia or alert the nurses. At the same time, pulse after forceful pulse punched out from my throbbing scepter and soaked the leg of my uniform. I welcomed the release. An unexpected heat-wave of pleasure wafted outward from the point of action and contraction until suddenly every muscle relaxed, washing down my legs and billowing up my body as I sagged into the chair.

Eventually, Venus slowed her hand.

I continued to pulse wet heat, soaking my slacks as my desire drained, breathing heavily as my head cleared.

“Doesn’t that feel better, my king?”

“You have no idea how badly I needed that this morning,” I sighed happily.

“I’ll need mine later,” Venus flirted.

“Not now?” I chuckled contentedly.

“After Oia,” she said, withdrawing her hand. “I should rest.”

“I should leave you to it. I’ve got a ton of meetings today.”

“Remember what Oia said about being your first. Your official first.”

“I do, but… what was that just now?” I meant the hand-job.

“That doesn’t count.”

“Are you sure?” I snorted, pretty sure most women back on Earth would consider a hand-job from another woman cheating. Then again, this wasn’t Earth.

“Yes. Your first is the first woman you give your seed at the official ceremony.”

“Isn’t that what I just did?”

“You know what I mean.” She meant intercourse.

“Is that what Oia thinks?”

Oia sighed sleepily, “Yeh.”

My eyes popped in surprise at the sound of Oia’s voice. Had she been listening the entire time?

“Plan your hearse seed in me,” Oia said sleepily.

Venus said, “She wants you to plant your first seed in her.”

“I already did,” I chuckled guiltily. “Back on the Artemis.”

“Here on Zalaxia, my king. At the ceremony.”

“I gathered that.” I grinned and chuckled, “How soon will that be?”

“Whenever Oia is ready, I would imagine. Within two weeks, I should think. Any other release of your seed before then must be discrete.”

“Makes sense,” I said absently, my mind floating back through a series of erotic memories that had transpired inside Oia’s private cabin while the Artemis had been floating somewhere between Mars and Jupiter back home. Then, Oia and I had wrestled nightly in a bed of ecstasy that I would never forget. Although I hadn’t been a virgin when I’d first had sex with Oia, she was the first certifiable babe I had ever laid.

No one could ever replace her.

Now, Oia rustled in her bed and rolled just enough to rest her hand on my sopping crotch, leaving her face still in shadow.

“Say all a it or ee,” she pouted, cupping my balls and squeezing gently. She meant save all of my seed for her. “Airy drop, eye king.” Every drop, my king.

It was a flirt, not an ultimatum. A request, not an order.

What did I tell you?

This wasn’t Earth.

This was Zalaxia, and I was King of Harem Planet.

But I also trusted Oia, and knew she didn’t ask anything of me without a good reason. She had my best interests at heart. She wanted to again be my first — my first official ceremonial lay here on Zalaxia, that is — for a valid reason. I’d have to think very carefully before giving that honor to another woman before her.

If that meant waiting two weeks for sex until Oia was healed, I guess I could get daily hand-jobs from Venus. Who was I kidding? Twice daily. No, thrice. To be fair, I did live in a freaking strip joint where the price of a lap dance — and everything else on the sex menu — was free, free, free. Thrice daily was the bare minimum. As I had already observed, the constant adoration from the babes went