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

more about it than I ever will. In short, I need your expertise to protect all of us, so we can conquer any challenge we face. Like we did Titano. Ladies, with your help, we can fight back any attack. Are you with me?!”

“Yes, my king!” several dozen women called out passionately.

“You can do better than that,” I chuckled and turned to the women behind me and hollered, “I said, ARE YOU WITH ME?!” I turned to the side and did the same. “ARE YOU WITH ME?!”

Slowly but surely, every woman in the auditorium jumped to their feet and cheered.

For me.

It suddenly occurred to me no rockstar had ever experienced what I was experiencing because no rockstar had ever played to an auditorium filled with his own personal supermodel harem.

I truly was the luckiest man in the universe.

And yet it still amazed me these babes were cheering for me, Tim Pittwell, former nerd, and now the new and improved King of Harem Planet. The only thing left for me to do now, presumably, was defeat an entire armada of savage space pirates aiming to kill me — no stress — and enjoy the inevitable orgy afterward.

A worthy goal if there ever was one.

—: Chapter 31 :—

“Terrific speech,” Colonel Sadys said in my ear as she led me off stage and out of the loud auditorium. The crowd behind us still cheered.

“Thanks!” I hollered over the noise.

Captain Theia and her Shock Knights filed around the stage and followed us outside and through several corridors as we went from one outpost building to another. A few minutes later, we stopped at a hexagonal hatch in a quiet corridor.

“Here we are, my king. Your quarters,” said Colonel Sadys.

“Oh. No, thanks. I’m good. I’ve been sleeping in Medical,” I said without mentioning I wanted to be near the Bombshells as often as possible during their recovery. “I don’t need any quarters.”

“You can’t sleep comfortably there, my king,” Sadys purred and waved her hand over a small hexagonal panel on the wall beside the door. The hatch slid aside. “You should be sleeping in here. Normally these are my quarters, but my bed is yours while you’re here.” She couldn’t be any more obvious than that.

“Right,” I smirked. If she wasn’t so hot, it wouldn’t be so hard to say no. If her spectacular cleavage hadn’t been hanging out, it would be even easier. But it — or should I say her twins — were practically leaning out the V-shaped window of her uniform, waving their handkerchiefs and calling my name. “Tiiii-iiiim! Oh, Tiiiiiim! Please grab us. Please squeeze us. Please knead us and show us how much you need us!” Of course I considered it. But only for a second. Or four… teen.

“After you, my king,” Sadys smiled slyly.

“No, after you.”

“Do you wish to stare at my behind, my king?”

“Who doesn’t?” I chuckled, unable to resist her intoxicating charms. Looking didn’t hurt anybody, did it?

“So be it,” Sadys smirked victoriously and strutted into the room. Her formal white dress-uniform had a wider V-cut on the back that matched the V-cut in the front. Her back and shoulders muscles were well toned, and they shifted hypnotically when she walked.

Yeah, I was still riding the pulsating high from giving my speech and the only things I could think about were ladies and legs… spreading them, of course.

I followed Sadys into a basic living area. Other than the futuristic design of everything, and the ubiquitous hexagonal theme here at the outpost — including the furniture — everything was familiar. A couch, a low table, a desk and chair. It would’ve been your standard futuristic apartment except for the lack of kitchen area.

Captain Theia and several Shock Knights followed me inside.

Colonel Sadys made a beeline for the bedroom and motioned at the bed. “Here’s where you’ll lay. I don’t know how much sleeping you’ll be doing.” she winked a smile and casually reached behind her neck to unfasten the cloth collar around her neck. She peeled the two halves of the uniform down, letting them drop to reveal heavy, upturned breasts.

My eyes went straight to her erect nipples.

Sadys put one hand on one cocked hip and smiled, “Have you chosen your first, my king?”

“Chosen my first what?” I snorted, even though it was fairly obvious what and who she meant.

Sadys smirked, “The first Zalaxian woman you’ll bed, my king. Have you chosen her?”

“Oh, uh, I, hmm…” I stopped myself because I thought I had chosen my first. Oia had been the first Zalaxian woman I’d slept with back on the Artemis. Venus had been the second. Did that not count? Because we hadn’t been on Zalaxia at the time? If that was the case, Violet had been my third Zalaxian woman, but first on Zalaxia. She and I had done the dirty deed several times under a canopy of purple leaves in the jungle only two days ago. Or did none of them count because all three were exiles? I would’ve asked for clarification from Sadys, but I didn’t trust her enough to go into details. Trying not to stare at her immaculate breasts, I cleared my throat and said, “No, I haven’t chosen yet.”

Sadys lifted her left hand to show her own gold band circling her ring finger. Like every woman at the outpost, she wore a ring similar in appearance to mine, almost like wedding bands for every woman on the planet. Sadys twirled hers with her thumb. Her dress uniform suddenly disappeared into the ring, leaving her standing naked except for white garters, white stockings, and white high heels.

My eyes goggled.

Her body was incredibly tight.

Inevitably, my eyes dropped to her thigh gap and I stared.

Sadys was drool-worthy.

I was on the verge of grabbing her hourglass hips and… a lightning storm of memories stabbed my heart and strobed my mind. Visions of Oia, Venus, and Cygna beaten and bloody, lying half-dead on the outpost landing deck at the feet of the former King Sekton while