Booty Hunter (Harem Station 1)

“Well… just… I’m sorry I don’t control my innate sexual urges as well as you, OK? I just… didn’t have a lot of practice back home.”

“Because you didn’t have a lot of sex?” I ask.

“For sun’s sake! Can you just shut up and go to sleep?”

“So you did have a lot of sex,” I say, ignoring her command. “But not sex like this.”

“Congratulations, genius. You win a cookie.”

“Why are you so upset? There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m just good at it, Lyra.”

She guffaws and turns over so I can’t see her face. “And arrogant too.”

“Guilty,” I say. “But you didn’t really answer my question. Why did you glow that way in the doctor’s office? And I don’t care if you don’t want to talk about it. Because it’s got something to do with me and I want to know what that is.”

She sighs. Loudly. Like she’s fed up with me. “Fine,” she says, turning back over to face me. “I’ll tell you.”

And again, her body is still lit up, but her eyes are not. It’s exhilarating to look at her glow and be able to see deep into the soul of her eyes at the same time.

“Tell me then,” I whisper.

“We have a myth about… fated mates.”

“What?” I say, laughing.

“You know. The one? Soulmates? Stupid shit like that?”

“I’m your soulmate?”

And then I guffaw so loud, she sits up, slaps my face, and scrambles to get out of my bed.

I catch her by the foot and pull her back as she screams, “Let go!” and kicks. “I said let go!”

But I’m too fast. I’ve stolen a lot of reluctant princesses over the years and I’ve got a tried-and-true technique. They don’t call me Booty Hunter for nothing.

I wrap my arms around her tight, then flip her over so she’s on her back, then climb on top of her.

“Calm down,” I say. “And stay put while I’m talking to you.”

“Get off of me,” she growls.

“I will. Once you answer my questions.”

“I already did. And you laughed!”

“I’m sorry,” I say, laughing again. “It’s just… fated mates?”

“It’s a myth, OK? I didn’t make it up. You asked so I told you. Now let me go.”

“Hold on,” I say, rearranging myself so I can grip her wrists and press them into the mattress. “A myth?”

“Yes. It’s just a myth. It’s ridiculous, so just forget about it. We’re not soulmates.”

I think about this for a moment. “But you’ve never seen it before?”

“No,” she snaps. “Get off of me.” She wiggles furiously, but all that does is get my already hard cock more excited as it bumps up against her stomach.

“It was fake,” I say. “Until today.”

“Oh, my God. Just…”

“Just tell me, Lyra. I want to know because…”

But I don’t finish. I’m too busy thinking the rest of that sentence through.

“Because what?” she asks.

“Because we have a myth like that too.”

“Like what?” she asks, calming down a little.

“Fated mates,” I say, absently. “But I’ve never heard of it being real, either.”

She squints her eyes at me. They are so lovely I get lost in them for a second and have to shake myself out of her spell. But then she gives in and stops fighting. Just melts into the mattress under the weight of my body and suddenly my second cock gets hard.

What the hell?

That’s not supposed to happen until after we have sex. It’s an every-other-time deal. Has been that way ever since I got my first boner and learned to masturbate.

“What the hell is that?” she exclaims, feeling my second cock grow hard and thick along her stomach.

I smile. Weakly. And say, “Surprise. I guess we’re both learning something new today.”

“Is that your—”

“Yup.”

“Oh.” She pauses. Looking me in the eyes. “Oh,” she says again, now looking away. “But I thought—”

“Yup.”

“So—”

“Uh-huh. Something’s going on here.”

“Hmmm,” she says, glowing brighter.

“Does that make you blush, Princess Lyra?”

She turns her head, trying to hide her face in the muscle of my forearm. “So… I glow weird when we… you know. Do it. And your second… ding-a-ling—” I laugh so loud she startles. “What?”

“They’ve got names, ya know. And neither one of them is called ding-a-ling.”

She starts chuckling. Which makes her breasts bounce against my chest. Which makes both my manly appendages even more excited than they already were.

“What do you call them?” she says.

“Never mind that. We might have a situation here.”

“How do you figure?”

“Well, something’s obviously happening between us, Lyra. Something weird.”

“Maybe we’re just horny?”

“Maybe,” I say, unable to hide my smile. “But maybe not.”

“Well,” she huffs. “If you’re suggesting we’re this… this… stupid fated mates thing, no. I refuse to believe that.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because you’re… you. And I’m… me. That’s why.”

“So I’m not good enough for you? I’m just some no-good Akeelian booty hunter and you’re a special princess who’s supposed to marry her father.”

“I’m not going to marry him. And I’m not saying that. I’m just saying…” She sighs. “Well, I didn’t run away, risk everything to get out, just to end up soulmated to an Akeelian on Harem Station. I mean, I have plans.”