Booty Hunter (Harem Station 1)

“All the lady parts?” I look down between my legs. “Surely he does not plan on—”

“I’m afraid so. But don’t worry. I’m very good at this now. I completed my certification course a few dozen spins ago—”

“What?”

“—and I was top of the class.”

“This isn’t happening!”

But then he turns into a whirling blur and the next thing I know… “Holy. Mother. Fucking. Suns!”

“There, there. The first one’s done. That went well, don’t you think?”

I am crying. Like real fucking Cygnian princess tears. Which aren’t easy to produce under the inhibitor I’m taking, that’s how bad that shit hurt.

He’s done the second one and I think I even faint for a moment. Because when I open my eyes, he’s hovering between my legs with yet another little piece of metal.

“No! No, no, no, no, no… pleeeeeeease, no!”

But it’s done. And this time I do pass out. Because I wake to the sound of a metal collar clamping around my neck.

I wilt, my body exhausted. My head falls to my chest and I practically dangle from the wall.

This place is not better than Bull Station. It’s just dressed in pretty clothes and fancy fruit drinks.

When I look up I swear to the sun the bot is chuckling at me. “What the hell are you laughing about?”

“I’m pretty sure you’re not going to like that.”

“Like what? What now?”

His little grippy-hand appendage points to the collar and then I think he shakes his head and make a chirp that sounds a little too much like a tsk-ing tongue. If he had a head and a tongue and wasn’t just a floating blob, that is.

I look down, trying to get a glimpse of what I’m not gonna like. But all I see is a faint green glow emanating up from my neck. “What is that? Are those letters? Does this collar say something? What’s it say?”

“It says,” the commanding voice of Serpint booms from the hallway, “‘Serving Serpint.’”

“Serving… you mother-sunning bastard. What the hell is wrong with you? You had him pierce my pussy!”

“Oh.” Serpint laughs.

“That’s not funny! It fucking hurt!”

“Well, it kinda is, princess. Because I really…” He laughs again. “I didn’t tell him to do that.”

“What?” I look at the bot.

It chirps out protests. Something about syllabi, and scenarios, and standard Serpint procedures.

“You little shit! I don’t want to hear your excuses! I told you not to touch me!”

“Well, that’s interesting,” Serpint says. “You can understand that thing?”

I scoff at his insult. “The 700 Series was built to entertain three-year-olds, you arrogant prick. Of course I can understand him!”

Which makes Serpint tilt his head. “Not where I come from.”

Ooops. Ha. I forgot. Most children outside the Cygnian System don’t grow up with a palace filled with nanny bots.

“I’m just saying it’s an easy language.”

“Hmmm,” he says, rubbing the stubble on his chin.

Shit. Change of subject time, Lyra. Before he starts to put two and two together and realize what you’re really up to here. So I say, “I see you decided to put on clothes while I was being tortured. Might I have some as well?”

He stalks forward towards me. Deep violet eyes blazing. He stops just centimeters from my face and looks down at me from his superior height.

I don’t want to look up. I do not want to meet his gaze and get lost in those stupid violet eyes.

But I can’t help myself.

I sigh and get lost. That’s how galactically beautiful these Akeelians are. “Don’t look at me that way.”

He just stares. And growls. God, I’ve heard of those growls. I’ve heard all kinds of stories about Akeelians growing up. But I thought they were mostly myths. Not until I arrived here at Harem Station this morning did I even consider that all the rumors might be true.

But they are.

Akeelians are an all-male race. There is no female in their species. They mate with other races and then the girl babies take on the race of the mother and the boy babies take on the race of the father. Which is Akeelian. Hence, all Akeelians are male. With those crazy-beautiful eyes, and two extra-long, extra-hard, extra-thick cocks. And a deep growl that has been known to send women into a sexually-induced trance state.

They are like something out of an erotic fairy tale.

If I ever get out of here and manage to find a way to save Nyleena and go through with my plan to get us where we’re going, I will be famous. And once they hear about me back home, all my hundreds of princess cousins will die of jealousy over my adventures on Harem Station.

But right now none of that is looking likely because I’m pretty sure this asshole knows I’m lying about something.

“What?” I snap. “Why are you looking at me that way?”

Serpint reaches up, brushing his fingers down my cheek. He looks at his fingertips, rubbing them together. “What the hell is this?”