Erotica Harem

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Title: "Invalid Item"  (Urden the God of Desire)

Chapter: (Chapter: 2)

Author: Lady Rook

Plot: I’m going to bypass the usual as I’m doing a bunch of reviews for you. If I see something, I’ll mention it. We have another player on the scene. Very interesting, Traci! Is there anything else that makes her different from human other than her eyes?

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Chapter Two

Her ship orbiting the fourth planet in Em-7, no matter how times I’ve read this opening line, I’ve halted. With her ship orbiting… (?) Melia stood before the view-screen staring at the image of Shiemir Alonwei. He was at least ten years her senior and handsome for a man of such power, especially (?) with his fair skin and hazel eyes. A wisp of his brown hair fell across his forehead, and he brushed it away with an impatient swipe. He was also very human and all humans had a weakness. She intended to find his. Tapping her chin, she thought their meeting might be a break from the rigors of her usual missions. She had strict orders to assassinate him if he denied Kyleena’s proposition. Her left eye twitched when the com-tone alerted her that the sound was on.

She forced a smile. “Shiemir Alonwei, I am Cossia Melia Dargon from Kyleena headquarters in C-9. I have news from—”

“Cossia?” Alonwei grimaced. “Such a low rank. I see how little the Empire regards me. Good.” He reached forward to disconnect, his expression confidant.

“One moment more, Shiemir. I have orders to meet with you.” She took a step closer, her gaze intent as if he were standing in front of her and not on the planet’s surface. As most men’s did, his eyes flickered over her shape, but he did not smile or seem the least bit entranced. His non-reaction intrigued her. It was most unusual.

“What is the purpose of this meeting?” His hand withdrew and he tucked it in his silver sash belt.

The sash of an Irnian ruler, Melia realized. He had not seized power more than a few months ago and already he claimed it. Leuj’s body was never recovered. This proved how sure of himself the Shiemir was. “Kyleena has a proposal for you. Terms, if you will. It is not uncommon for rulers in the outer reaches of the Empire to usurp each other’s power. Kyleena merely wishes to acknowledge your new territories and to—”

“To verify my loyalty?” He sneered and reached once more to disconnect. (?) for the disconnect. “I’ve no use for a Cossia. Tell the Kyleena Emperor to send me someone of higher rank. Someone worthy!” The com clicked and his image vanished.

“What a bastard he is,” she muttered. Melia swept a hand through her hair, drawing the blue-black wisps from her face. She frowned and wondered how difficult it would be to get close enough to assassinate Alonwei, (comma) and if it would be necessary to do so. “Set a course for Alga,” she ordered. “I will have my meeting with the Shiemeir, whether he likes it or not.”

Her navigator turned. Half human and half machine, he always startled her when he stared. His left eye, a red light, twinkled while his right appeared blind. A metal hand with wires strung through its joints saluted. “On your orders,” he droned, before spinning around and entering…(?) spun round in his chair and entered the coordinates.

Melia stormed out of the command chamber and hurried through the silver-walled tunnel. A shower sounded inviting, maybe a little time alone with her vibrator. She swallowed and punched in the keycode. The door swished open sideways, and she entered a minimal chamber to glance over her single cot-like bed and the study desk. Personal effects were something she shunned. The more her crew knew about her, the more they could become close to her, and that was the last thing she needed or wanted. (?). Melia She was a loner, an assassin under High Daschia Thoman. The title of Cossia was merely a front.

She stripped off her gray uniform, peeling away its tight spandex grip and stood nude before the long wall mirror. The only physical trait she’d inherited from her mother was her unusual eyes. Cat-like and a golden hue, they mesmerized most men. When her boss needed her to appear human, she wore contact lenses to hide the hint of her lineage. She traced her breast with a tender touch, her mind wandering to Alonwei. He was a large man, formidable in appearance. The thought of getting closer to him excited her.

Her nipples awakened when she imagined what the rebellious leader might look like naked. She ran the pad of her thumb over one hard, (comma) pink nub and frowned. “He’s as good as dead with an attitude like that.” Her fingers swept lower, brushing the thin patch of curly hairs above her pussy. She stared at herself, her eyes, the pupils narrowing to vertical slits. Goose bumps prickled her skin. Temperature-controlled air spilled from the vent, chilling her.

Sauntering from her reflection, she went into the bathing room to key in the program for her lavender scented shower. The perk was the pink flashing holograms of Em-4’s first planet’s flower scenery. She stepped inside the stall, deciding not to bring the vibrator this time.

Seating herself on the side bench, she leaned back, closed her eyes and tried to relax. Alga is the perfect place to start. Far enough away from Taraf and Irnia so (?) not to draw suspicion and peaceful. Holy Mother knows I could use some peace right now. She reached for the soap and a sponge-cloth, scrubbed her body clean and sighed when the face of her last hit flashed through her memory.

He was a good-looking spy from Em-6. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin. Melia clucked her tongue and shook her head. “What a fool he was.” He’d fallen fast for her charms and found himself stuck like a Mercer hybrid hog in the computer-controlled slaughter room. His eyes had widened. Determined, he’d slipped his hand down the back of her pants just before his last gurgling breath escaped his parted lips. His kisses were not as good as she’d hoped.

Standing, Melia forced the memory from her mind. She stared at the pink images of meadows and trees, flowers growing wild along hills. “There’s paradise,” she grumbled. “And here I am hovering near another of Kyleena’s outskirt planets, (comma) plotting to kill someone who wants more than he needs.” Her favorite hologram flashed before her, a brook beset on both sides by high grass and bulbous flowers. “I should be there.”

Fingers found her cleft and teased from side to side. It was not an erotic image, but the idea turned her on nonetheless. Melia’s one desire was to find the peace in those mirages, the emptiness and grace of nature that Kyleena and it massive corporations that backed it with dirty money and trade agreements were so anxious to plunder and rape.

She teased her clit, awakening it from its soft hood. The flesh within hardened and swelled to meet her finger’s coaxing. She reached with her other hand and twisted first one nipple and then the next until her body quivered. Faster and faster she rubbed, ingraining the feel of touch over her most sensitive part. She wished she could find a man who knew how to please her, one who could be both rough and gentle, one she was not assigned to kill.

She held her breath and bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming. Her body quaked. The orgasm began slowly, a teasing tickle just beyond reach. She concentrated on keeping up the rhythm, afraid she’d miss the certain spot that flared her passion and lose the moment. Her pussy contracted once. Hard. She massaged and whimpered.

Enrue Alonwei’s face invaded her mind, filling her, startling her and bringing her shivering body to the height of release. She cried out in a hoarse voice and plunged two fingers deep within her body. As she stood there, hunched over, her fingers being crushed by her body’s longing, Melia realized she desired something other than the tranquility of Em-4’s first planet.

“Shiemer,” she whispered. “I’ll toy with you before you die.”

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