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

price. Because you can’t keep your mouth shut, you honorable asshole! “Anyway, I understand why you’d want to wait,” Are you insane?! Shut up already! “Oia. I’m in no hurry.” Liar, liar, pants on fire! “I’m a big boy.” I’m not! If I was, I’d kick you two new assholes! “I can wait 8 more days…” I can’t wait 8 more seconds! “…20 more hours, and 37 more minutes. Not that I’ve been counting.”

“You lie,” Venus said with a sultry smirk.

He damn sure does!

“But your manhood doesn’t,” Venus added.

I damn sure don’t!

I chortled, “Maybe so.”

Scepter was right. He was raging in my boxers.

Everyone stared longingly at Scepter.

Oia, Venus, and me.

There was only one thing left for me to do.

A simple thought unwound the fabric of my boxers spiraling into my rings for storage, leaving me naked and raging on the bed.

Twitch, twitch, twitch.

Out dripped a single preliminary pearl dribbling down the tip.

Oia’s blazing blue eyes shimmered with naked desire and she bit her lower lip.

Venus’ smoldering brown eyes burned with desperate need as she slowly ran her tongue thirstily around her lips.

“There’s one thing I must ask of you first, my king,” Oia said, her eyes locked on my prize.

“Yeah?” I cringed.

“What we do here tonight must remain a secret from the others.”

“Which others?”

“All others,” Venus added.

“Any particular reason?” I asked. Stop asking stupid questions! You’ll ruin the only sure thing you’ve had since getting here!

Oia said, “It will upset their morale if they find out you didn’t bed your first under the auspices of a formal ceremony at the Royal Palace.”

“Auspices?” I snorted. “Are we supposed to have an audience or something?”

Venus said, “That is traditionally how it’s done, and with much fanfare.”

I suddenly pictured me and Oia having sex on some huge, elevated stage in the middle of the Super Bowl halftime show while the lights flashed and 100,000 screaming Zalaxian babes watched and waited their turn on the stage. With me. All 100,000 of them. One after the orgasmic other.

“Works for me,” I smirked seriously. “I won’t say a thing. My lips are sealed.”

At that point, Oia and Venus both showed me every way in which their lips were not. Theirs were wet and wide open and I slid right in.

In.

Hot.

Wet.

Tight.

In.

They gave me deep access to everything I had been dying to explore to climactic conclusion for the past four days. I was leaking immediately as I began my first slow stroke. There is no way to convey what it was like to have sex with two supermodels at the same time, no way to capture the ecstasy of our intimacy. It was the best sex I’d ever had with either of them. Somehow, doing it with the two of them together made everything better. Their holes were much greater than the sum of their perfect parts.

Yes, their holes.

I filled first Oia then Venus to dripping. Again and again I filled them with my need until I was drained dry and drenched in the heat of their gasping, grasping lust. They were insatiable. So was I. I didn’t stop until they had both come so hard I thought they’d rip Scepter off at the hilt each time. When it was over, the scent of their wet sex was a potent aphrodisiac that drove me to drive myself into each of them several more times.

Hours later, when I’d finally had my fill, and both women were fully gorged on my seed, they took turns riding me to their own squealing release while the other rode my face and I drank down their sweet desire, lapping up every drop. I got lost in their bodies, and they in mine. I didn’t know where mine ended and theirs began. At some point, after the last of our mutual orgasms nearly ripped us apart, a calm quiet stole over us and we slipped into sleep, laying twined together in the sweet release of peaceful, dreamless sleep.

Sleep.

After the happiest ending(s) any man could imagine — I lost count after ten of mine and even more of theirs — I slept like the dead.

—: Chapter 129 :—

“Our men can’t all be dead,” Hade chortled in disbelief from the dais of his pirate warship. “There were nine of them. They had Nyfe’s Technomantic Nullifier. They had the element of surprise. They took out the rings of that skrucking pretender and his Royal guard! We saw video of it from their body cameras hours ago! They nullified the pretender’s True Ring! They held him prisoner! He was naked and defenseless! The Zalaxian throne was as good as—!” Hade stopped himself from saying the throne was as good as his. “—the Baron’s! What the skruck happened to our men?!”

“None of them are responding, Boss,” croaked Kroach, the Gluglon communications man sitting in the workstation pit below Hade and his Killhounds. “Their body cams have been offline for hours. They aren’t responding over comms.”

“I know that, you fool!” Hade seethed. His Killhounds started barking and growling, randomly chomping at the air. “What happened to your Technomantic Nullifier, Nyfe?” Hade fired a searing glare at Vok Nyfe, who stood sedately on his hovering disc, leaning on his ever-changing Technomantic staff. Hade added, “Why did your Nullifier stop transmitting a signal to us?!”

Vok Nyfe offered no reply.

“Well?! Anybody?!” Hade barked at his mutant crew. “What happened to the skrucking Nullifier?!”

“It’s gone, far as I can tell,” said Qwayk, the chief gunner.

“Gone?!” Hade growled. “How can it possibly be gone?!”

“I don’t know, Boss,” Qwayk sighed. “It just is.”

A sense of disappointment and defeat settled over every mutant pirate on the bridge.

“Kroach!” Hade growled, his magnesium eyes blazing white inside the dark shadows of his horned helm.

“Yeah, Boss?” Kroach croaked.

“Contact our Deviling spy! Find out what happened to the pretender! If he’s dead, order our spy to find out who has the True Ring! If the pretender survives, if he’s still at that outpost, have him assassinated! If that doesn’t get results within the next nine days, we launch our