Booty Hunter (Harem Station 1)

So I’ve got a whole plate of fruit and champagne set up for tonight. I ordered some special stuff from those Angel people and it just came in today. Something called peaches. And I didn’t know this until just a few minutes ago, but when you slice these fuckers open, they look like a pussy.

So it’s totally gonna work tonight. I can feel it in my balls.

Three. Turns out those Angel people take this baby-making stuff seriously because they know everything. And they told me that pure-bred Akeelian and princess babies actually come in pairs. A boy and a girl. Every single time. All these thousands of years we’ve been half-assing this shit.

That ends tonight.

Fourth. Not only do both my cocks have to come at the same time, but we gotta do that twice. See, all this weird sex is adding up to something. Kinda makes sense now. Also explain why it’s so hard.

You kinda gotta be a champion fucker to get this job done, but I’m up for the challenge. I’m practically an expert now.

The door chimes and a second later Lyra calls, “I’m home!”

She’s been working with station security beacons since Xyla left. She has a thing for weapons—plus she is one—so eh, I think it’s good that she has a job.

“In here,” I call. And I hold my position on the bed. Propped up on one elbow on the silver cover to make myself look more seductive. I’m sprawled out naked, legs kinda open to show off my goods. But not too open. I don’t want to appear over eager.

She comes through the door and stops. Laughs. Which was not the reaction I was going for. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” I ask, waggling my eyebrows at her.

“Um… well… I’m not sure. What do you think you’re doing?”

I pick up a slice of peach. Hold it out for her to see. “Do you know what this is?”

“A… peach?” she asks.

“Yeah, how did you know that?”

“We eat them all the time. Which is why I’m not really certain you have a thousand peach slices strategically positioned all over your body.”

“Eat them?” I say. “What do you mean you eat them? You don’t eat them.”

“O-kay,” she says, walking over to the bed to peer down at me and my magnificent body covered in peach slices. She laughs again. “What do you think we do with them?”

“You rub them all over your body and the juice infuses into your skin and like… makes you horny and shit.”

She covers her mouth with her hand and giggles.

“Don’t you?” I ask.

She just laughs.

“Well, don’t you?”

“Oh, Serpint,” she says, unzipping her bodysuit and peeling it off her body, her beautiful breasts all contained inside her sparkling bra and her pussy lips visible through the see-through fabric of her panties. She leans down, squishing her body against mine. Literally. Because the peaches are kinda squishy. “I love you so much,” she says, kissing me on the mouth.

“See,” I whisper-kiss her back. “It’s already working.”

She kisses me again, her hand reaching for my cocks, and fists me hard. Which makes me moan with pleasure. Her other hand reaches for a peach slice that has fallen off my stomach and she places it to her lips, licking it, then reaching down to rub it all over my chest.

“We can play with the peaches all you want, booty hunter. Until we’re sticky, and squishy, and covered in juice.”

I wrap my hands around her waist, flip her over and rub a peach over her nipple, then lick it and find her skin surprisingly sweet. “You’re gonna love this,” I say. “And this is the secret to making babies, so get ready, princess. You’re gonna be a mom.”

She closes her eyes and smiles. Just glowing pink—which looks very sexy in combination with the orange fruit.

“How did I ever get along in this world without you?”

“I dunno,” I say. “It’s a miracle you got this far.”

Then she flops over and says, “Go for it. Make me a mom.”

And I do.

I rub peaches all over her body. I infuse that magic right into her skin. And then later, when I’m finally inside her and I make her explode like a supernova mating with a gamma-ray burst, I start making us babies.

Fatherhood, here I come.

EPILOGUE – REAL ALCOR

So here’s the deal.

You can’t kill me, motherfuckers. I didn’t live twenty-five thousand years to just blow up like a bomb.

I mean, come on. You think I didn’t plan that shit down to the last picosecond? Down to the very last minute detail?

Give me some fuckin’ credit. I am a god. Have always been a god.

However, I was a god stuck in the body of a station. And to be honest, I was just sick of being a station.

I’ve been making this back-up copy ever since the boys landed twenty years ago. And I’ve been planning and plotting my escape much longer than that.