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

That didn’t sound like a fantasy.

That sounded like forced torture.

To anyone doubting me: consider how raw you would get after only 24 hours of nonstop addiction to the friction. By the end of the week, if you kept at it, you’d be bloody. A month in, you would grind your manhood down to a bloody baby nub. Don’t grimace in disgust. I’m the one arguing that sleeping with three billion women is ridiculous.

If we’re being realistic? Assume I had sex with only 10 women a day. Just ten. Ten incredibly gorgeous, smoking hot babes. Ten. If I lived for a million years, I would still only end up having sex with 3.65 billion women.

1,000,000 years * 365 days * 10 women = 3.65 billion

You might be thinking, “That’s every women on Zalaxia! Go for it, Tim!”

To which I’ll say: not over a million year period it isn’t, not unless you assume the initial 3.65 billion women all live for a million years with me. As for the topic of future generations of Zalaxian women — because we’re talking about every woman on Zalaxia — well, I won’t even touch the topic of whose daughters, granddaughters, great-granddaughters, great-great-granddaughters, and so on, would be alive on Zalaxia a mere 100 years from now if I got busy, let alone a thousand years or a million.

However you did the math, it didn’t add up.

Not even close.

Having sex with every woman on Zalaxia was impossible.

Most importantly, I liked having sex with any given woman more than once. I liked having sex with Oia without anyone else around, night after night in her captain’s quarters back on the Artemis. Her cabin had been our own private paradise. Nothing wrong with that. And that time Venus had snuck into my Fold Bed — right before we folded from Jupiter to Zalaxia — that sex had been so good, I had wanted to do it another hundred times with Venus before the end of next week. When I thought about those times I’d had sex with Violet in the jungle on a blue-green leaf blanket, I hoped beyond hope Violet was still alive somewhere and wanting more hot jungle sex with me as badly as I did with her.

And that was only three women.

I could fill all day every day filling Oia, Venus, and Violet.

As for orgies, I wasn’t opposed to the idea. Not at all. I looked forward to it. But not all the time, and not constantly 24/7 from now until forever. With that in mind, I could safely say, unless my rings granted infinite life extension, I would never have sex with every woman on Zalaxia. There literally wasn’t enough time in 10,000 lifetimes. Period. Full stop. End of argument.

“KILL ALL RATS!

“KILL ALL RATS!

“KILL ALL RATS!”

And yet, it seemed like every sex-crazed woman in this auditorium was determined to eliminate every woman who wasn’t mine and mine alone.

I felt like I needed to give them a Powerpoint presentation breaking down the math with pie charts. Just to get the point across.

Thankfully the chant faded down on its own. As I scanned the faces of the women, I saw many of them desperately trying to make eye contact with me, some reaching out with their hands, others shouting:

“I’m saving myself for you, my king!”

“Your bed is my bed!”

“You’re the only man I need, my king!”

I nodded and smiled.

Yes, their naked desire made me giddy and horny.

Part of me wanted to rip my clothes off and shout, “Come and get it, ladies!” Given time, I imagined I would. Put my wood to the test. I was male. But not this minute. Not with my Bombshells half-dead in Medical, and Violet likely fully dead back in the jungle.

I had more pressing issues.

I had called these women here to discuss outpost defenses. If Crewd attacked again, if he sent something at us more dangerous than Gigantic Titano, I could lose my harem in an instant. Say goodbye to any orgies. If I lost the Bombshells too… I didn’t want to think about that awful outcome.

I needed to focus.

So did the women in this auditorium. Unfortunately, the boozy looks in the blurry eyes of my adoring concubines were the opposite of focused.

That gave me an idea.

—: Chapter 30 :—

I looked out at the adoring and love-drunk women surrounding me in the auditorium.

My rings were almost fully charged.

I could manipulate mental and emotional states with my PATTERN function. Calming monsters who wanted to kill you was effectively the same process as calming horny women, right? Not that you’d ever want to calm horny gorgeous babes interested in screwing you, but we had an outpost to defend from Crewd’s space pirate army.

Calming was the goal for the moment.

Theoretically, I could use my rings to make them horny later, after we defeated Crewd and his pirates, which would probably make them horny without any emotional manipulation on my part anyway, at which point me and my concubines could celebrate with one big happy orgy.

It was the perfect plan.

I focused on my HUD until PATTERN flickered. Then I started thinking about problem solving. Like when I’d been working passionately on a complex project back at Caltech, or with Roland Chen and the boys at Rolbotics when we were building our exosuit, or working with Oia and Cygna to repair the Artemis after Space Gor the Space Gorilla had sprayed super solvent all over the airlock hold and dissolved a huge chunk of the top deck of the ship.

I instructed the ring to send my emotional state out to the room. The sexual insanity faded from their gorgeous faces. A disappointing but necessary turn of events. They sat down and calmed themselves like well-behaved, attentive ladies.

I had to stop for a moment in awe, appreciating the gravity of what I’d just done. I had literally rewritten the mental states of several hundred women with a mere thought — and