Harem Assassins : King Sekton's Harem Planet, Book 2: A Space Opera Harem Adventure Baron Sord (good books to read for adults .txt) 📖

slaves had been straining to hold up Sekton’s weight on their shoulders, sweating bullets, their arms and legs quivering like they might give out any second and let the dais fall on their heads. If that happened, it would have crushed them against the abrasive and unforgiving landing deck, killing them instantly. Darkstar had sat smugly atop his throne, oblivious to their misery. Or enjoying it and pretending not to notice. I had been surprised those poor slaves hadn’t collapsed under such a repugnant burden.

Needless to say, I hadn’t stood on the backs of anyone since I had gotten here and never would.

Not my style.

That was days ago.

You’d think my compassion as the acting king would be my best armor against any hatred from those closest to me.

You’d think.

I certainly did.

Not naive. Never been king before. Still my first week on the job. Acclimating. Learning the ropes. Getting a lay of the land.

You would be too.

This morning, my focus was riveted on Pinup Blonde as she walked toward me and flashed her inviting smile. Her sparkling blue eyes imprisoned mine as she approached, making it impossible for me to notice if she was also ready to flash her assassin’s blade.

In a lusty and seductive voice Pinup Blonde said, “You know what I thought about first thing this morning, my king?”

“What?” I grinned, slowing to a stop in the middle of the corridor. I was so completely under her spell, it never occurred to me her first thought this morning had been planning my death.

“You, my king. You’re the first thing I thought about—” killing “—when I woke up in bed… all alone… with no one to keep me warm and only one thing—” killing you “—on my mind…” Her eyes hinted at sin, but her mouth had already come right out and suggested it.

I laughed bashfully at her boldness, thrown completely off my game, captivated by her cunning beauty. Not that I’d ever had much game, but I can tell you that no woman back on Earth who was this hot had ever come on to me this hard. Not even close. Heck, no woman — average-looking or otherwise — back on Earth ever came onto me. I always had to do the work. Talk about heavy lifting. Snort. But I wasn’t on Earth. I was on Zalaxia where every beautiful woman wanted me, and the space assassins wanted me dead. Getting up close and personal with me was a great way for any assassin to end my brief reign as acting king.

Was I thinking Pinup Blonde might try and kill me here in this crowded corridor?

Not for a second. Too many witnesses.

What was I thinking?

As the acting King of Harem Planet, I had a very busy schedule, and I had twenty important places to be before the day was over. Any dalliance with Pinup Blonde would have to wait.

I said, “Sorry to cut this short, but I should probably—”

“One last thing, my king,” Pinup Blonde insisted, cutting me off mid-sentence.

“Sure.”

“What was the first thing you thought about this morning, my kiiiing?” While she purred the words, she cocked her hips to one side and lifted a suggestive finger to toy with her cloth neck collar. Then she dragged her finger slowly down her chest, let it linger between her cleavage, slid it down to circle her naked navel with sensual slowness, pushed it down to the bottom of her V-cut, and finally brushed it across her thigh gap. This elicited a sinful moan from her and a hungry grunt from me.

In the history of flirtation, no woman had ever been more obvious.

If her other hand held an assassin’s blade slick with dripping poison, and if that blade was poised behind her back and ready to strike, I never noticed. Reason being, my eyes were locked hypnotically on her fingers lingering between her legs.

Did I notice this end of Babe Street was suddenly empty of any eyewitnesses, and this was the perfect opportunity for a quick stab and dash?

Nope.

But I sure did notice Pinup Blonde’s lingering fingers.

They were sensuously stroking the air.

As for her other hand, the one coming quickly around from behind her back…

—: Chapter 2 :—

Suddenly tense, Pinup Blonde said in strained voice, “My king, if you’ll just let me—!”

“Huh?” I said innocently as Pinup Blonde’s hidden arm started to move from behind her back. I barely noticed because my eyes had gotten caught on the long journey from her lingering fingers to her eyes, ensnared along the way by the V-cut in her cleavage that revealed her double D-cup distractions. They were right there, right in my face, and I had to physically resist the urge to—

“Control to Crown!” blurted a disembodied female voice, startling me and stopping Pinup Blonde’s arm in mid-motion.

The voice had emitted from the small ring-shaped medallion attached to my uniform’s cloth neck collar. Everyone at the outpost wore the same comm link ring on their collars.

“Are you there, Crown?” asked the voice loudly enough to echo off the hexagonal walls in the empty corridor.

“Crown here,” I sighed, only mildly frustrated by the interruption. I flashed an apologetic smile at Pinup Blonde.

She smirked with an angry intensity that seemed out of place on her angelic face.

“My king,” Control said over comms, “PowCon wants to know if you’re on your way for your meeting with them, or if there’s been another delay.”

PowCon was short for Power Control Station. The women who worked there were responsible for, among other things, maintaining the outpost’s defensive Shield Dome. The dome was currently broken and desperately in need of repair. Without a functional Shield Dome, the outpost was vulnerable to missile attack from space pirates. It was also vulnerable to ground attack from the deadly jungle beasts that roamed at random outside, or any enemies willing to mount a full-frontal assault from the ground.

I said, “No delay, Control. Please tell PowCon I’m on my way. Crown out.”

Pinup Blonde deflated slightly, trying to hide her disappointment.

“Sorry,” I said