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

mean you haven’t decided which one of us?” Iyse asked as pointedly as her taut nipples.

“No, I haven’t decided about ANYBODY!” I barked.

VRAAAAWKK!

Scepter again threatened to detach himself and rocket toward pinker pastures, which in this case was just under the table. Only question was, which pink pasture to pluck first? And you really couldn’t blame him for wanting to bail on me because I was putting his life in grave danger.

VRAAAAWKK!

Fucking promises.

The Trio sat there silent, like I might explode any second.

I wouldn’t, but Scepter might.

Vrawk.

“Sorry,” I grumbled. “I’m really tired.” Pissed off and pent up was more like it.

“Whenever you decide,” said Aura, “I’ll be ready and waiting, my king.”

“No, we will,” Kuma insisted.

“The three of us,” Iyse added.

“Thanks, ladies,” I said. “I’m flattered. Really. I mean it.”

Aura said, “We mean it too, my king. Four weeks for the three of us.”

The other two giggled giddily, their eyes orgasmic.

I smirked, thinking that after how pent up I’d become, it would take four weeks with the three of them to work it out of my system.

Four weeks that couldn’t start for at least nine more days, which was eight days after that damn dragon maybe killed me tomorrow.

Fucking promises.

Pun begrudgingly intended.

Once again, this was the miserable arrangement — this no sex commitment — that had led me to seriously consider leaving Zalaxia in the first place.

I was also seriously considering—

VRAAAAWKK!

You get the picture.

Was I making a mistake staying on Zalaxia?

Or was the mistake keeping my promise to Oia?

If a dick could smile encouragingly, Scepter just did.

—: Chapter 127 :—

“I don’t mean to be rude, ladies,” I said to the Titillating Trio, “but I really need to sleep.”

Sleep was code for: their nudity was driving me nuts. VRAAAAWKK! No, more like running my nuts over with a steamroller until they were flattened bigger and bluer than the Black Sea.

Sergeant Imi’s staff had already cleared out my breakfast dishes and the table and chairs, but Aura, Iyse, and Kuma were lingering, standing guard by the open hatchway while flirting with me at every turn. By flirting I meant torturing. That was my doing, of course.

VRAAAAWKK!

Aura said, “Captain Theia ordered us to guard you closely, my king. Especially if you’re sleeping.”

“Can you guard me from outside the room?” I sighed. They had their bare backsides facing me. All three of them had those two dimples above their perfect hourglass asses. There was no way I could sleep with them in my sightline. I couldn’t stop staring and fantasizing about what I would do to them, if not for my fucking promise to Oia. Worse, every time I stole a furtive glance, I imagined Oia hanging placards over the Trio’s butts that said: LOOK BUT DON’T TOUCH! and Oia smirking at me in jealous annoyance, her arms folded over her breasts and a placard hanging over her hips that said: CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.

VRAAAAWKK!

Promises, promises.

I was half-tempted to use that damn metaphorical chainsaw on my promises. Think how easily it would cut through a fat stack of paper contracts, me grinning with crazy rage and laughing maniacally as I shredded my way through my promise to Oia. And if Oia’s ass-covering placards over the Titillating Trio had been stone tablets? No problem. Scepter would happily jackhammer his way through them to get to those hourglass asses.

“As you wish, my king,” Aura said and led the other two to stand in the corridor outside.

“Can you close the hatch?” I called from the bed where I had already dropped on top of the metallic pink blankets, still in my uniform.

“Captain Theia ordered us not to close it,” Kuma said.

“She did,” Iyse agreed.

“Oh, right,” I said. “Because of the—” I didn’t add, because Hydra might try to suffocate me in my sleep. “That’s fine. Thanks, ladies. Do me a favor and ask everyone walking by to not disturb me unless it’s an emergency.”

“Your wish is my command, my king,” they chorused.

“And can you bring me a chainsaw?” I chuckled morosely.

“A what, my king?” Aura asked.

“Never mind,” I muttered and sighed to myself. Quietly, I said, “Hydra, lights off please.”

Hydra’s disembodied voice said snootily, “Turn them off yourself.”

I smirked and imagined what I would do with a chainsaw and a jackhammer when I found Hydra’s server center or wherever her mainbrain systems were stored. Sparks would fly. If I wasn’t so damn tired, I’d go looking right now. Work out some of my aggressions.

But I was tired.

Too tired.

Sighing, I got up from the recovery bed to go turn off the lights.

“I’ll get them, my king,” Iyse said, and leaned through the open hatchway to swipe her hand across the hexagonal access panel inside.

The room dimmed.

I lay there with my eyes closed.

Have you ever had one of those nights where you were out too late working or partying or gaming and you come home wired and unable to sleep? You’re too exhausted and too excited from whatever you were doing, especially if you went out hoping to meet a bunch of babes who you and your friends bought drinks for, and who maybe talked to you and your buddies for as long as you bought them drinks, which was half the night, but when it was after last call, they suddenly lost interest, and you and your buddies went home to moan and groan about it and retreat to the warm and loving arms of your loyal girlfriends awaiting you on PornHub? Yeah, yeah. I know. Those digital women, as loyal as they were, never quite satisfied, did they? If you’ve ever had multiple PornHub windows playing at the same time, you know what I’m talking about. But that pent up feeling? The one I had known so well since puberty? That same one I knew so well from when I’d been with Ingrid back on Earth, that feeling she gave me every night I saw her and she said no to sex until we were “married” — Ha! — that familiar feeling that left you inevitably