Harem Assassins : King Sekton's Harem Planet, Book 2: A Space Opera Harem Adventure by Baron Sord (top inspirational books .txt) 📗

in the universe. She was also very intelligent, an excellent pilot, and an intergalactic history nerd. Oia was my perfect woman. Had Aphrodite herself conjured Oia for me specifically, she could not have done a better job than whatever Zalaxian space goddess had made Oia.

Hearing Oia say she loved me was…

After everything we’d been through together…

I was stunned.

Not surprised. Just stunned. In a good way. Total disbelief that a babe as incredible as Oia could ever feel that way about me. Having every babe at the outpost trying to be my first was exhilarating, but It wasn’t exactly flattering. Any guy wearing the True Ring would be treated the same way, I had no doubt. Zalaxian women wanted status. They wanted to be the king’s first. Not my first, not Tim Pittwell’s first. Any king would do.

But this?

From Oia?

This was something different, something special.

“I don’t know what to say,” I muttered.

Oia slid out of bed, wincing slightly. Her pink gown rode up her tan thighs, caught on the mattress and revealing her lithe legs.

“Stay in bed,” I said to Oia, reaching to pull down her gown to cover her legs.

She brushed my hands away. “No. This is important.” With some effort, Oia pushed herself up to stand tall and regal.

The other Bombshells watched her, rapt. Even Sirius.

The contours of Oia’s full breasts were visible under her thin pink gown. Her nipples hardened, poking through the fabric. She took my hands in hers. Her bright blue eyes searched mine. “I love you, Tim. I thought you loved me too.”

“I do. I said I did days ago. You know I love you, Oia.”

“No. When you first told me, you said you weren’t going anywhere.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “That was before some immortal space dragon wanted me dead. You don’t want me dead, do you?”

“No. Never.” Her hands were warm and shaking in mine. She squeezed mine hard. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

“Come to Earth with me. It’s safer there than here. We don’t have dragons or dinosaurs.”

Cygna muttered, “No dinosaurs?” She sounded disappointed. “Not even little ones?”

I shook my head, “Sorry, no.”

Oia ignored Cygna’s aside and said to me, “I can’t, Tim. My sisters here on Zalaxia… they’re… we need you here, Tim. Let the Zalaxian military protect you. You’ll be safe here. I promise.” Oia squeezed my hands for emphasis. “I’ll protect you. Especially if you make me your first, I’ll be able to do things for you I can’t otherwise. I will have influence and some measure of unofficial authority. That will be very important in the Royal Kingdom and Royal Palace.”

“I’m sure it will,” I nodded.

“If I’m not your first, I won’t—”

“You will be,” I said forcefully. “I swear it. I wouldn’t have it any other way, Oia.” If not for her, I wouldn’t be here in the first place. And if I went back to Earth, I wouldn’t have an entire army guarding me there. “Fine,” I nodded. “It’s settled. I’ll stay for you, Oia.”

“Oh, Tim!” Oia threw her arms around my neck and hugged me hard, pressing her breasts against me.

As was always the case with Oia, it was impossible to not get aroused when a supermodel like her hugged me with pure passion like this. I smiled over my shoulder at Venus, “And you, Venus. I’ll stay for you too. And you, Cygna.”

They both offered warm smiles.

“But not you,” I smirked at Sirius.

“I wish you’d go,” she snorted a half-laugh that sounded more relieved than confrontational.

“Hush,” Venus chastised and slid out of her bed to stand beside me.

I pulled her into the hug with me and Oia. Suddenly I was swimming in big breasts and nipples poking through pink gowns. Venus was turned on too and her brown eyes were practically black, the pupils were so dilated with desire.

Cygna looked too tired to get out of bed. She said, “Don’t I get a hug?”

“Of course you do,” I smiled and went over to her bed, leaned down, and hugged her gently. She kissed my cheek before I realized it. I pulled away and smiled.

Her emerald eyes shone like gemstones from her flawless face, framed by her mane of red hair.

After a moment, I turned to Sirius and quipped, “You want one too?”

“Ha,” Sirius sniffed, her diamond blue eyes flashing mischievously, bright with hope and beaming from the haven of her dark, lusty features and jet black hair.

I could look at Sirius forever, she was so damn hot.

“What?” she smirked, eyes darting shyly away.

I chuckled, “Can I at least punch you in the arm? Instead of a hug?”

“Can I punch your jewels first?”

I laughed.

She grinned smarmily.

“How about a handshake?” I stuck mine out.

She backhanded it gently away with a smiling eye roll. Her touching me of her own volition was as close as she ever came to showing affection. Toward me, anyway.

“I guess that’s it, then,” I said. “I’m staying. With any luck, I won’t get killed by an immortal talking dragon tomorrow.”

—: Chapter 125 :—

I spent another hour chatting with the Bombshells before the nurses came in to put the Bombshells’ reconstruction masks back on for their morning healing session. Their day was just getting started.

Mine day was ready for a well-deserved and hard-earned end.

I needed to sleep for at least a week. Maybe when I woke up, that dragon god would have forgotten about me.

Ha.

I walked out of the Bombshells’ recovery room and practically stumbled over Horna, my favorite Nerd Girl assistant. “Sorry!” I blurted, accidentally putting my hands up at the height of Horna’s bulging breasts. My palms brushed lightly against them. Instant arousal on my part.

“Begging your pardon!” Horna gasped, jumping backward. “I never meant to touch your Royal Person!” Horna bowed formally, holding her transparent tablet squeezing in her breasts, keeping them from jumping from her V-cut cleavage like they had the day we met. Good thing, because this time they would’ve jumped into my hands, which were ready to catch her breasts if need be. It