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

Emerald green hair with pink skin.

Sapphire blue hair with orange skin.

Passion purple hair with gold skin.

It wasn’t just this group of four who had strange coloration. Hundreds of other women at the outpost had similarly strange appearances. For clarity’s sake, I’d been thinking of these exotic beauties as the outpost’s “Monsters” — in a good way, like Monster Babes or Monster Girls — as opposed to the “Normals.” They were the babes with the standard range of familiar skin tones and hair colors I knew from back on Earth.

Make no mistake.

The Zalaxian “Monsters” were as hot as the Zalaxian “Normals.”

Depending on your preference, you might say they were hotter.

The four Monsters blocking my line of sight now were giggling and flashing me with inviting smiles (all with perfectly straight and bright white teeth) that promised the fulfillment of my every fantasy. The hypnotic bouncing of their colorful cleavage was a promise of things to come… me and them.

I certainly wasn’t thinking they were killer assassins.

But I was thinking about getting my hands on their killer asses.

“Good mooorning, my king,” they chorused, nearly tripping over each other like a bunch of high school girls crushing over meeting the Biggest Man On Campus, which wasn’t how I normally thought of myself.

Until a few weeks ago, for most of my life I had been Tim Pittwell, nerdy robotics engineer, gamer, and Caltech grad, who was generally the Biggest Nerd On Campus, even at a place like Caltech. Not anymore. Now I was the only man on this jungle campus (that I ever saw), and every babe here — Normals and Monsters — wanted me.

The nerd.

As I mentioned before, every one of these women was a knockout-hot babe. They didn’t look anything like the usual Rogues Gallery (AD&D 1st & 2nd Ed.) of evil space assassins. No shadowy cloaks shading their brooding faces, no dark daggers, no poison vials, no garrote wires, no nanobot bombs. Zalaxian women, especially the Monster babes, were nothing but sexy sunshine and endearing smiles. What was not to like?

“Hey ladies,” I chuckled as the four Monster babes approached.

“Heeeeey,” they singsonged suggestively.

Yes, every woman here flirted with me constantly.

What can I say?

This was my new normal, or in this case my new Monster. Four of them, to be precise. And technically, as my concubines, you could say they were mine.

Like I said earlier, my life was almost perfect, but not quite.

I’ll get to the exception in a second.

First I had to get my butt down to PowCon without getting assassinated on the way there, and meet with the engineering babes — yes, babes — about fixing the Shield Dome before space pirates dropped nukes on our heads. Or worse. A planet-busting Kurkullan War Sword, for example.

I remembered Cygna saying that Zalaxia used to have an entire planet shield — she called it the Planet Wall — but that was broken too. It had been offline ever since Crewd’s pirates had sabotaged the Spherical Solar Collector, which was the Zalaxian version of a Dyson Swarm surrounding the Zalaxian sun. It beamed power to every planet in the Zalaxian solar system. Without power from the Solar Collector, Zalaxia couldn’t power its Planet Wall. And apparently, the other planets in the Zalaxian Solar System were constantly struggling with frequent power shortages and power blackouts on their planets. Thanks to Crewd and his renegade pirates. It wasn’t just me they wanted to make miserable.

It was everyone.

One thing at a time, I thought with a sigh.

I had to fix the outpost’s Shield Dome first. Believe it or not, the dome would protect the outpost from a Kurkullan War Sword. Sure, the outpost would be left floating in space — more like hurtling through space, but what planet wasn’t? — on a small chunk of jungle, but we would survive. As long as we had power. That was something the ladies in PowCon knew all about.

Here on Babe Street, the Monster babe with passionate purple hair and golden skin purred, “Join us for lunch later, my king?”

“What, in the mess hall?” I grinned.

“Where else?” tittered the green-haired and pink-skinned Monster.

“My bunk,” giggled the one with sapphire blue hair and sizzling hot orange skin.

The faces of the other three darkened lustily. They stared at me with inviting and sultry looks, awaiting my reply like they hoped I’d say yes to bunk sex. Or group sex in the mess hall.

“Gee, uh…” I chuckled, still amazed these hot Monster girls were inviting me to their lunch table. And their bunks. Amazing but true. “I wish I could, ladies,” I sighed. “But I’ve got a meeting in PowCon.”

“Meet us after?” Passion Purple offered hopefully.

“I’ll try,” I sighed, knowing the PowCon meeting could easily run past lunch, and if it didn’t, I had more meetings after.

“We’ll save you a seat,” said Sexy Sapphire.

“Thanks,” I smiled curtly, not wanting to make any promises I couldn’t keep. “I’ll try and make it. If not today, then tomorrow for sure.” Even that might be over-promising, but I didn’t want to leave them with nothing. “Later on, ladies.” I offered a half-hearted nod and started marching with determined purpose toward PowCon.

“Bye, my king!” Exotic Emerald called out, waving and blowing me a kiss from her ruby red lips.

“Bye-eeeeee!” the rest of them singsonged.

No, I didn’t know their names. For breasts, check sections C, D and E of my annotated catalogue.

Somewhat reluctantly, I continued marching toward PowCon.

As much as I wanted to flirt with those four Monster babes and every babe here, I had a job to do, and it included keeping them safe.

But my life wasn’t entirely without awesomeness.

On the perfect side of my life’s equation, I was confident I would be enjoying a five-way orgy with those four Monster babes soon enough.

We could even do it in the lunchroom.

I mean, I was the acting King of Zalaxia.

I could do pretty much whatever I wanted around here.

And thanks to me having the True Ring of King Sekton Darkstar in my possession, it wouldn’t be