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

decisions. For instance, right now I was on the verge of making three terrible decisions I would regret forever, and their names were Aura, Iyse, and Kuma.

No. I had promised Oia.

Only nine more days until I got laid.

I could easily wait that long.

Why wait nine days?

All I had to do was say yes today.

It would be so completely worth it.

No, I couldn’t.

For Oia.

My only choice was to lay there and pray I fell asleep without dreaming of deadly dragons.

I tossed and turned for another hour without sleep.

This was ridiculous. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to die tomorrow.

Die.

And my dick would die with me.

Because of that damn dragon.

Fuck it.

Fuck my promise to Oia!

Fuck her and fuck the Bombshells!

No, I thought with an angry smile, fuck whoever wanted it, which was every babe at this base.

Every. Last. One.

Fuck them all.

That settled it. I was going out there to fuck every fucking—

“My king?” someone said softly.

Footsteps into the room followed by the hatch sliding shut.

Scepter suddenly snapped to attention.

Motion in the shadows.

Soft lights came on, warming the room with a sensual glow that revealed…

—: Chapter 128 :—

Oia and Venus stood there in their pink gowns.

Feeling like I’d been caught in the act, I snapped up to sitting on the bed and said, “What are you two doing here? Shouldn’t you be in bed resting with your healing masks on?”

“I,” Oia said haltingly, “I mean we thought you needed us.”

“I need to sleep,” I chortled the lie, hastily burying the shameful truth I’d been about to undertake. “Sleep. That’s what I need. Three days of sleep.” Not before you pound out a three-day three-way with the Titillating Trio, added Scepter. “Did you bring sleeping pills?” I chuckled guiltily. “Melatonin? A soft mallet to knock me unconscious?” Not before I tear up the trio, thank you very much. “Because I haven’t slept a wink since I left you ladies.”

“We heard,” Venus smiled sympathetically.

“What did you hear?” I said cagily, like the Thought Police had taken notes and passed them around.

“That you keep tossing and turning,” Oia said.

“Word travels,” I snorted.

“Especially around here,” Venus said.

Oia said, “That’s why we need you to keep this a secret.”

“Keep what a secret?” I asked.

Oia and Venus both reached behind their necks and undid their pink gowns, sliding them off their arms, revealing full breasts, flat stomachs, flared hips, wide thigh gaps. They folded their gowns and set them aside. Then they let their hair down. Oia’s blonde hair fell like a shower of gold. Venus’ brown hair spilled down her shoulders in long chocolate ringlets. They stood there naked, two perfect supermodels, nipples erect, faces shadowed with lust, thigh gaps flush with blood, their folds unfurling invitingly slick and wet.

Venus looked almost identical to what I remembered from the only time we’d had sex in that Fold bed on the Artemis, when she’d straddled me and ridden me to the edge of ecstasy, not stopping there, fucking both of us over the edge into an orgasmic free-fall that never seemed to end.

Oia looked almost back to normal, only a few bruises showing. In the low glow of soft orange light, I could see the regal, confident, gorgeous woman I had brought proudly to orgasm as many times as she had brought me to searing release deep inside the tight confines of her gripping, slippery heat.

“You’ve done so much for us,” Oia said quietly.

“Risked your life over and over,” Venus offered.

“There’s no way we can ever repay you in one night,” Oia added.

“But we can try,” Venus purred.

“Let this be the first of many such nights…” Oia said.

The two of them sauntered toward my bed.

Oia’s blue eyes whispered a promise of things to come and she said, “May we ease your pain, my king?”

“So that you can sleep?” Venus asked.

I was beyond hard, twitching like a piston, a constant thrum dying for immediate release, laying on top of the hot pink bedding wearing only the boxers I’d crafted for myself with my rings several days ago. My length propped the boxers up in a rigid tent.

Some errant sense of honor that I tried to stifle spoke for me before I could stop it and I chuckled casually, “You ladies don’t have to do this.” Lies! Blatant lies! “I said it wasn’t about the sex.” Horrid lies! This is treason! Who let this twit speak for the rest of us?! Someone shut him up before he ruins everything! “Isn’t my first time supposed to be some big deal for you ladies?” Have you lost your mind, you IDIOT?! “Some sort of spectacle everyone watches?”

“It is,” Venus said. “It usually happens at the Royal Palace immediately after your Royal Coronation, and with much ceremony.”

Look what you did?! Scepter raged. You just ruined a sure thing!

Oia said, “I had hoped to be at my best for it. I didn’t want everyone seeing me with my bruises. That’s why I asked you to wait two weeks, Tim. So I can be at my best. I just got my teeth in.”

“I know,” I sighed.” You know no such thing, you blithering fuckwit! “I get it,” I nodded, remembering Oia’s melted demon face from only a few nights ago. No woman would want to look like that on her special day. Or any day. What about my fucking special day, you turncoat dumbfuck?! “The way everyone has been making a big deal about my first, it was starting to sound like some kind of royal wedding. Or should I say wedding night,” I winked. That you just talked yourself out of, you heinous traitor!

“Wedding?” Oia asked. “What’s a wedding?”

“Hold up,” I chuckled. “Are you ladies telling me you don’t have weddings on Zalaxia?”

Venus said, “I think he means a traditional binding ceremony between man and woman.”

“Ah, yes,” Oia said. “They have them on other planets, but not here. Every woman on Zalaxia is bound to you by law already.”

“I gathered,” I smirked, having reaped none of the rewards and paid a heavy