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

It would be my honor to pay for my transgressions with my body! Use it as you please, my king! I am yours to enjoy however you see fit!”

That was the oddest apology I’d ever heard.

But it had a certain appeal.

Sadys was gorgeous. She looked like an ice princess, sure, but she was the hottest ice princess I’d ever seen. Unfortunately, I was too angry with her to take her up on her offer. The way I felt, I could barely stand to look at her, let alone be in the same room. No amount of her hot ice would ever cool my fiery rage.

I shook my head in disgust.

I needed to think before I said the wrong thing. However long I’d slept hadn’t been long enough. I could easily sleep another week before I felt rested and clear-headed. Or maybe I just needed to wait for my rage at Sadys to pass. With her standing inches away thrusting her cleavage in my face, it didn’t take long.

“At ease,” I grumbled.

Sadys stood there rigid at attention.

“You can relax, Colonel,” I said, “or whatever it is you say on Zalaxia. As you were? Stand down? Take a load off?”

Sadys’ ice-blue eyes blinked uncertainly and she finally relaxed. But a tinge of fear in her icy eyes persisted, like she was still expecting her own execution to come at any time. That certainly wasn’t my fault. Her former boss — my predecessor — or perhaps the king before him was to blame.

I sighed. “What did you want, Colonel? You came here for a reason, right?”

“Yes, my king,” Sadys said thinly. “I wanted to give you an update on your shipwreck.”

“You mean the Artemis?”

“Yes, my king.”

“Did you get it back here safely?”

“Yes, my king.”

“What about Bree? The ship’s brain? Is she still alive? I mean, functional, or whatever you call it?”

“Yes, my king. The outpost technicians are running basic diagnostics on her systems now.”

“Diagnostics? Is there a problem?”

“I don’t know,” Sadys winced. “Computational brains aren’t my area of expertise.”

“Fine. Let me know what happens.”

“They’re doing everything they can,” she pleaded.

I groaned. “I said fine! If your techs can get her working again, great! Tell me! If they can’t, tell me! I want to know either way.”

“Yes, my king,” Sadys winced. “Your wish is my command.”

“Are we done here?” I grumbled, sick of talking to Colonel Bad News.

“Well, you see, my king, we, there’s, I… we have reason to believe a pirate attack on this outpost — my outpost… your outpost? — is imminent.”

“Are you taking responsibility, Colonel?” I mused.

“Yes, my king,” Sadys nodded. “Isn’t that what you prefer?”

“Yes.”

She nodded vigorously, “Should I refer to this outpost as yours or mine, my king?”

I glared at her to make her sweat it a bit.

She cringed, “Ours?”

I kept glaring.

Her face quivered with anxiety, “Please tell me, my king! Tell me so I can honor you properly! I beg you!”

“Honestly, I don’t care what you call it, as long as you take responsibility for your command. And stop lying. Can you do that?”

“I wasn’t lying! I was following your, I mean existing royal orders, my king!”

“Whatever,” I grumbled. “Now, what about this pirate attack?”

“Intelligence sources indicate a focused attack is likely to occur within a few days or weeks at most.”

“What else is new?” I said sarcastically. “They’ve chased me halfway across the universe. I don’t expect them to stop now.”

“Yes, well, I think it’s important we gather your officers in the outpost auditorium as soon as possible so you can address them.”

“What am I supposed to say? I have no idea what’s going on. You’re the one with the intel.”

“I’ll fill you in on the details.”

My stomach suddenly rumbled audibly. “Can we do that while I get some food? I haven’t eaten since yesterday. I’m exhausted, I’m starving, and I’m damn hangry, in case that isn’t obvious.”

“Hangry, my king?”

“Angry hunger. Food. Please. Is that possible?” I dropped into the nearest chair in the corridor because I was too damn tired to stand.

“I’ll have someone fetch a proper meal for you, my king. What would you like?”

“One of everything on your breakfast menu,” I smirked, forcing myself not to stare up at Colonel Sadys’ cleavage. That caused my eyes to shift over to Captain Theia’s nakedness. Her golden boots and gloves didn’t count as clothes, not really. Same was true for the other dozen Shock Knights in the corridor where it was wall-to-wall nudity. Their fully exposed breasts, nipples, and naked thigh-gaps were literal eye-level eye magnets. Theia and her women showed no sign that my looking bothered them, which was ideal because their constant, quiet and extremely sensual presence was impossible to ignore, and it endlessly aroused a primal hunger I couldn’t deny.

Colonel Sadys seemed to sense it or caught me staring because she suddenly shifted her hips in front of my face, blocking my view of the Shock Knights and calling attention to her own uniform-covered crotch. The white material of her slacks was skin tight and thin enough that I could clearly see the contours of Sadys’ thigh gap.

I tried not to grunt with desire.

She said breathily, “I can arrange anything you desire, my king. Any… thing… that might fulfill your first and last desire…” A lusty glimmer flickered in her ice blue eyes and she bit her plump, blood-red lip. “Name it and I will make it happen.”

I looked up into her icy eyes and smirked, “Start with food and we’ll go from there.”

“Yes, my king.”

I’d heard “hate sex” was a real thing, but I’d never had any. I preferred the company of women I didn’t hate. That said, if I was forced to work with Colonel Sadys while I remained at the outpost, and she kept it up long enough and hard enough, and I let my guard down, she might end up sucking me right into some wet and nasty hate sex.

—: Chapter 16 :—

Led by Staff Sergeant Imi, the all-female kitchen staff brought a king’s feast to an empty