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

referring to spaceships and other vessels as he or him. “And that’s without using afterburners.”

“3.5 seconds?” I challenged. “That’s almost 10 G’s of constant acceleration,” I chuckled appreciatively. “Can a little thing like you handle that?”

“I can handle harder than that,” Mira leered. “Can you?”

“Yeah,” I said without hesitation because I’d suffered through 10 G’s stopping the Artemis from crashing into Zalaxia a few days ago when I’d saved the Bombshells and Breathy Bree — the ship’s brain — from certain death and destruction.

“You can handle 10 G’s?” Mira challenged seriously. “A little thing like you?” she mocked.

“Yeah.”

“You weren’t little the other night.” She made it sound like we’d already done the deed.

“Whoa,” I chuckled, “which night?”

“The night you stole the throne.”

I couldn’t decide if she meant it with malice or as a casual statement of fact. And the fact was, when I’d shown up three nights ago posing as King Sekton Darkstar, the real Sekton hadn’t exactly handed me his True Ring. I’d killed him for it. At the time, I’d been at least 3 meters tall, and topping the scales at 500 kilograms of power-armored Mega-Beast muscle.

That explained Mira’s comment just now about my “size” the other night. But I couldn’t decide if she was bitter about my victory and harboring a grudge… or not. So far, it seemed like not a single woman at the outpost missed the previous king. Or at least, none were acting like they did. There had to be a few exceptions, women who didn’t exactly appreciate me assassinating their king. Women who might be harboring a hateful grudge, seething and scheming how to assassinate me at the first opportunity.

Before I could dwell further, Mira said, “Would you like to put your money where your mouth is, my king?”

“How about I put my mouth where your money is?” I smirked, rising to the occasion to match Mira’s bold and cocky style.

“You have to win that privilege, my king.”

“Win it? You mean a wager?”

“Yes, a wager.”

“Okay, what’s the bet?”

“I can pull more G’s than you can without blacking out.”

“You’ll lose that bet,” I snorted confidently. Using my ring’s POSITION function, I could counteract any amount of G-load and reduce it to zero.

“And if I win?” she said with equal confidence.

“I already told you. I put my mouth where your money is,” I grinned.

“No, that’s if you win,” she said seductively.

“Fine. What if you win?”

“I’m your first.”

“My first what?”

“You know,” she said.

“Oh, right. You want to be my first…”

She offered a seductive grin.

I still couldn’t get over the fact that being the first woman to sleep with me was a bigger deal for every woman on Zalaxia than winning a Super Bowl ring, the Stanley Cup, or the Nobel Prize, making me the ultimate trophy fuck.

Hilarious.

Nevertheless, my heart was hammering in my chest because my royal scepter was very aware that Mira was only pretending to be coy. She wanted this as badly as I did. Maybe not for the same exact reasons, but Scepter didn’t care. He had no doubt, I would be having sex with Mira very soon. The pounding in my head(s) sent a flood of hormones wiping away all rational thought.

“Deal,” I grunted, agreeing to Mira’s maximum G-spot, er, maximum G-load bet.

“I thought you’d see it my way,” Mira smiled.

“Do we shake on it, or are you good for it?”

“Me good? Never.” She shook her head with a dismissive grin. “But I’ll be the best bad you’ve ever had, my king.”

“Oh, you will, will you?”

“Yes.” Everything about Mira was extreme, even her teasing. “Now climb into your rig so I can collect my winnings.”

With my logic gone, my lizard brain was shouting Scepter’s message at the top of his lizard lungs, “Go getter, dog! Arooooo!” Mr. Lizard was also telling me my bet with Mira was win-win for the team. I say lizard brain, because even my mammalian brain knew this was a terrible idea on a social level. Did I really want to grant elevated social status to a cocky fighter pilot like Mira who I barely knew, or save that honor for Oia, who I knew well, trusted, and loved? My head and heart said save myself for Oia. I knew she’d be waiting to personally sheathe my royal scepter the second she was healed, and that was less than two weeks away.

— melted monster face —

The question was, could I wait that long?

— broken missing teeth —

Could I wait two weeks for more of the best sex I’d ever had?

— lips like balloons —

I had no doubt, if I made Oia my first on Zalaxia, Venus would be a close second. So close, in fact, she might literally be in the same bed with Oia and I when I made Oia my “first” a second time. More importantly, Oia had never demanded she be my only.

— bloody eyes disgusting —

She had only demanded she be my first.

— her body battered and bruised —

Two weeks was nothing.

— emotionally shattered, feeble and frightened, afraid of everything —

And, hand-jobs.

— a hollow shell of her former self —

It was settled. Oia would be my first and Venus my second.

— afraid to show her face —

I could wait two weeks. Back on Earth, I’d gone two years without sex, and I’d done it more than once.

— hiding in the shadows —

Resisting Mira’s intense flirtation couldn’t be that hard, could it?

— Oia will never be beautiful again —

Then again, seeing the naked seduction in Mira’s eyes while she stood surrounded by a bevy of battle mech porn made me feel like I couldn’t wait two minutes to tear her clothes off.

— never beautiful like Mira —

In short, I needed to win this bet I had so foolishly made with Mira. And bad.

— I am a terrible person —

Mira said, “Are you going to stand their drooling, my king? Or slide it in?”

“Sorry?” I snorted. “Slide what into what?”

“Your ass into a battle rig, my king.” She winked knowingly because every woman on Zalaxia knew