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

to her, trying to sound disappointed for her sake. “I’ve canceled on PowCon twice already. I can’t cancel again. You understand.”

Pinup Blonde didn’t know what to say. But her expression clearly said she had not gotten the one thing she wanted most in this moment.

I assumed that was my undivided attention, but what did I know?

“I should go,” I said. Not wanting to trip over her, I took a polite step to the side.

Pinup Blonde suddenly stepped in front of me at the last possible second and we stumbled violently into each other.

“Sorry,” I chuckled, grabbing her by the arms to keep her from falling, thinking nothing of her sudden movement.

At that exact moment, loud boots rounded a corner from a side passage jutting off the main corridor, and thudded up behind me.

Pinup Blonde froze in my arms. Her eyes darted over my shoulder, locking on a new platoon of power-armored guardswomen who approached.

Every guardswoman tipped a nod at me and said respectfully, “My king.”

“Ladies,” I said, returning the nod.

While they passed and continued down the long corridor, my eyes returned to Pinup Blonde.

Her eyes danced between the departing platoon and me. She gasped with exaggerated innocence, “Begging your pardon, my king! I didn’t mean to—!”

“No need to beg,” I winked and released her arms. Touching the king’s Royal Person without permission was an executable offense, or so I’d heard. I didn’t want Pinup Blonde worrying because I was Mr. Compassionate. And, her artifice was obvious. I was genuinely flattered by her flirtatious charade. She had clearly gotten in my way on purpose, while trying to make it seem that tripping into my arms was an honest accident. Women had been doing it for millions of years.

“It’s my pleasure, my king,” Pinup Blonde giggled, shifting her hands surreptitiously to slide one hand low inside the V-cut of her uniform before withdrawing it nonchalantly.

I never noticed.

She said, “I’m Dyna. We’ve met before, my king.”

“My bad,” I chuckled, not remembering her.

Dyna wasn’t the first gorgeous woman to hit on me like this. She wasn’t even the hundredth. I’d stopped counting at two hundred. That was after my first day here, and there had been hundreds more since. With more than 1,500 incredibly beautiful women stationed here at the outpost, I couldn’t possibly keep track of them all. But I did have that annotated mental catalogue. Pretty sure Dyna’s cleavage could be found in the back of the D section, right before the E’s.

I smiled, “Pleased to meet you once again, Dyna.”

“The pleasure will be all mine, my king… if you’ll let me be the first to make it yours.” Dyna looked up seductively from under her finely sculpted brows. Her full lips eased into a wet and welcoming smile that was a little bit submissive.

“I like the sound of that,” I laughed, slightly discombobulated because some faint memory tugged at the corners of my thoughts, something about Dyna I didn’t like. “But I really need to go down to PowCon.”

“I’m free to go down whenever you desire, my king,” Dyna smiled invitingly. “Let me be your first. Please, my king. I’m begging you.”

There was no missing what she meant by my “first.”

Make no mistake. Women did not get hotter than Dyna. Her flawless female beauty was heavenly perfection. Charlotte McKinney, the hot busty blonde in the Burger King commercials comes to mind. And yet, Dyna was but one of many — yes, many — hot blondes at this outpost who were as hot as Charlotte McKinney. You might even say there were some women here who were hotter.

This was Zalaxia, after all.

Home planet to the hottest women in the universe.

More importantly, this jungle outpost needed a functional Shield Dome to protect it from the very real threat of Baron Crewd von Bludlust and his savage space pirates. That’s why I needed to get to PowCon. Didn’t want some pirate baron taking away my babes on my first week here, did I?

No. Way.

Besides, Dyna wasn’t the only impossibly hot woman at the outpost offering herself up daily — no, hourly — on a platinum platter with her legs spread. If you think I’m speaking figuratively, I wasn’t. I meant it literally. Except for the platter part. No one had literally tried the platter routine, but nearly every woman here was dying to be the first babe to have sex with me, and many were fighting for the privilege. They used an endless variety of creative and clever seductions to grab my attention, usually involving nudity. Sooner or later, I had no doubt someone would try the platter routine, just to make an impression. Legs spread, of course.

In other words, Dyna’s shameless flirtation didn’t seem strange or dangerous to me. Not in the least.

“Catch you later?” I said to her.

“I look forward to it, my king,” Dyna purred with purpose. “Perhaps next time, you’ll catch me someplace more private?”

“Sure,” I chuckled noncommittally. “I should go.”

“I should too. I’ll be thinking about you, my king! See you soon!” Dyna turned and went sauntering on her way.

You can easily imagine what she’d be thinking about.

I certainly had a few ideas.

Again grinning giddily, I started off in the opposite direction, feeling completely content. Best life ever, so said my ignorant hormones, which were indeed naive when it came to ravishing assassins. After a few paces, I couldn’t help but turn to glance briefly over my shoulder at Dyna’s ravishing ass. My glance turned into a stare because her tight uniform slacks left nothing to the imagination, and she was strutting down the corridor with nearly pornographic panache.

Was her ass as dynamite as the rest of her?

Banging was one way of putting it.

Ka-BOOM! was another.

Both my heads nearly exploded in disbelief.

What. An. Ass.

Even better, Dyna turned her head just enough to flash me a smile and giggle invitingly over her shoulder. The only thing stopping me from sprinting after her to take her up on her offer this second was the sudden realization of why I didn’t like