Erotica Harem

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

Chapter: (Chapter: 6)

Author: Lady Rook

Plot: Just a few notations, but nothing major. Melia is getting to him, and big surprise. This should prove interesting when the “parties” meet.

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Chapter Six: Sash

Enrue left the com room and returned to his bed. He lay awake for some time in the dim light, (comma) thinking about the Cossia messenger the Empire had sent. She was striking, her eyes like none he’d ever seen. “Probably a half-breed,” he mumbled under his breath. Not that he cared. He didn’t desire the attentions of a woman anymore, or so he tried to convince himself. There was only the war and an end to it in his favor. He didn’t have time to play games with Melia. Games wasted precious time.

If she made her way to Taraf and managed to get close enough, he’d have her detained, share a few words with her and either send her back to the Empire or have her executed. He closed his eyes, but the vision of her face would not leave his mind. Was she in bed? It was night in Alga, if that’s where she still was. It did look like a blanket and pillows behind her. In turn, (comma) he’d just showered and woken from a restless sleep.

He counted the clicks of his antique clock. It hung over his bed ever reminding him of the day his wife had gifted it to him. Ruria was beautiful in a unique way. Her body was small and delicate, and her mind never ceased. They were not as close as a husband and wife should be, but that night she’d returned from an extended holiday to Earth and brought back the clock. Moments of passion were few and far between in the years they shared. After he unwrapped the gift, she’d pressed her mouth to his and they’d made love, conceiving their only child. He wondered what possessed her then. Was it being parted for so long?

Enrue sighed. He blocked out the past and tried to sleep a little more.

* * * *

The metal crates arrived at midday. Enrue stood in the landing bay, (comma) watching his servants load the monstrous containers onto air lifts. The two Unangi statues were to be put on display in the greeting room of his palace for a time, at least until he thought of a better use for them. He’d already sent guards into the mountains to find a leader of the tribal people in order to determine the statues’ value.

He rubbed at his eyes, still tired exhausted (?) from not sleeping. No matter how many times he tried to push the Cossia’s face from his thoughts, she kept returning. “Then you invite a quick death. You know that, don’t you, Enrue?” she had said. It wasn’t her threatening statement that bothered him, (comma) but the fact that she’d used his first name. It violated protocol. If anything, my rank or surname was acceptable, but Enrue?

Grunting, he started away from the bay to adjourn to his office. He had more documents to complete, three treaties to sign and a virtual meeting with a leader from another system interested in joining the rebellion against Kyleena. The long walk to the upper level of his palace had his mind wandering right back to Melia. There was something about her he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Behind her obvious sex appeal, no doubt a the (?) reason Kyleena had hired her, he sensed a coldness that reminded him of himself.

He tapped in the keycode, entered his dim office and slumped in his padded vinyl chair, not bothering to switch on the lights. His computer sprang to life. Reaching forward, he punched in a search for the name Dargon. Primarily the surname was believed to have been originated after a gaming craze popularized it. Dargon was an adopted name, not one originally passed on.

“Interesting,” he whispered. “You’re not real, are you?” He ran a search on Kyleena’s files, the ones he had pirate access to through one of his many contacts. He searched through all Cossia rank listings, knowing it was futile. The gold-eyed messenger is not a messenger at all. Enrue tapped in a search for captains, undercover spies and a few other suspected ranks, all to no result.

His secretary beeped through on the com, interrupting him. “My Shiemer. Cossia Dargon wishes to speak to you.”

He sighed over the irony of her timing. “Send it through.”

The screen flashed and he found himself staring at her narrow face. She’d braided her black hair and the thickness of it hung across her shoulder. Leaning forward, she seemed to assess him. “Enrue, you’re looking tired. Staying up too late?”

“What is your rank?” he pressed, ignoring her taunt and once more the familiarity she used by calling him by his first name.

Her thin, black brows rose, widening those feline eyes. “Cossia. Have you forgotten? I still need to meet with you to discuss—”

“There is no listing of a Cossia Melina Dargon. Dargon isn’t even a true surname. Did you make it up?”

Her mouth twitched. and Those eyes narrowed. One brow rose and he knew he’d hit a nerve. “Dargon was not my birth name. I chose it. I fancied the game when I was a teen.”

“Your rank,” he repeated. “If you expect me to meet with you, I must know who you really are.”

“I have a message for you from the Kyleena Empire. That is all you need know.” She tapped at her data sharer, a smirk narrowing her eyes and tightening her pert lips.

Enrue frowned, realizing he liked the shape of her face and more so that very expression. Melia seemed to be a woman who knew what she wanted. She acted sure of herself. “When can you be here?” he asked, ready to play her game now. He knew he could win this one, though he ought not to let her near him.

“Oh?” she stopped, (comma) tapping at her sharer. “You’ll see me now? She laughed, a tiny chortle in the back of her throat that lighted her odd eyes. “What has changed between us, Enrue?”

She’d done it again, called him by his first name. He leaned back in his chair, a little puzzled. “If you are not a Cossia, then you must be of some value. Perhaps, I merely want someone to ransom in order to get Kyleena’s attention.” He fingered the edge of his sash and watched her mouth twist in a strange grin. Does she look this good in person? His wandering thoughts irritated him. He clenched his teeth and tried to get his mind under control.

“You think you can hold me long enough to ransom me?” She moved closer, her face filling the screen. He stared into her eyes, put off by her amusement. She sucked in her lower lip and released it slowly, regarding him with a familiar coldness.

Enrue’s skin prickled, a sensation he hadn’t felt for what seemed like ages. Heat flared in his loins. He froze, startled by his growing arousal. Sucking in a deep breath, he glared at her. “When can I expect you to arrive?”

“Mm,” she said, taunting him by lowering her lashes and simply studying him. She didn’t answer. Melia sat back. She glanced away as if something nearby distracted her. Her inattention irritated him. It was…arrogant.

“What’s the matter, Cossia?” he taunted back. “Are my officers knocking at your door?”

She laughed once more and twisted her braid through her fingers when she returned her gaze to him. “Your officers.” Hissing, she flipped the braid over her shoulder. “I walked right past them in the Alga Dockport. What a bunch of fools. Do they even know how to search properly? Did you even give them a description of me?” Her pupils became slits.

He ran a hand through his hair. Indeed, (comma) they’d found no trace of her on the ships that landed in Alga. He couldn’t fathom it. They’d tracked the ships when they entered the atmosphere. “How did you just walk past them?” he asked, finally.

Melia tapped her chin three times with her forefinger. “That’s for me to know and you never to find out.” She smiled wide this final time, reached forward and waved the same finger in front of the screen. “As to when I will arrive in your presence, the answer is…” She blew him a kiss. “When you least expect it.” The com disconnected, a white circle of light bursting in the midst of his viewscreen and gradually fading.

“Bitch,” he whispered with little emotion. His body had flared to life at the sight of her. It wasn’t pheromones like O’ka put off, but something different. Melia aroused him and he didn’t like that fact. His cock had stirred to life, thick and erect in his loose habere pants. Ignoring its urgency, he grasped the treaties and hastily scrawled out his signature across the plastic readers. She’d put him in a foul mood, and that, combined with his lack of sleep, caused him to rush through his work.

Typing out the first document, he realized he was leaving out words, sentences and whole ideas. “Damn it,” he muttered. He settled back in his chair, pushed the button on his desk to alert everyone he didn’t wish to be disturbed and reached into his pants to rid himself of what distracted him.

His cock pulsed in his hand, warm and ready. He pulled at it slowly, closed his eyes and frowned at the half-breed’s image. He imagined her lips against his mouth, her breasts crushing into his bare chest and her hand holding his erection instead of his. Reaching down, he cupped his balls and felt like a shameful youth as he pleasured himself. He forced his foreskin over the head of his cock time and again until precum dribbled out to slick his way. where (?)

Melia’s face would contort with pleasure when he took her, when he showed her who was in charge of this dangerous sport she played at. He stroked faster, excited by the thought of dominating her, of making her whimper and cry out for him. A tingle awakened in his balls, the warning that there was no turning back. Enrue grasped his sash belt and covered his exposed cock. He came in a rush of sudden release. His jaw tensed and he refused to moan or scream, but he wanted to. Afterbursts pulsed from his body. He bent forward and caught his breath, still focused on her face.

Untying his sash, he wiped himself clean, pushed his flaccid semi-hard??? Would he get soft that fast? *snickers* cock into his pants and tossed the belt into the incinerator chute. He had many others. It would not be missed. Euphoria swelled around him. He felt self-conscious of it and glanced around to be sure he was alone. Satisfied, Enrue stood and went to the wet bar to wash his hands.

He stared at the few bottles of liquor there, deciding he felt better than he had in a long time. “A man has urges,” he muttered. “It’s nothing.” Fulfilling another dormant desire, he uncapped the bottle of Red Fury. With a full glass he ambled back to his desk, sat down and took a sip. The fluid burned going down, warming his body, soothing him a little more after his orgasm.

“I hope you don’t wait too long…to visit.” He tapped at his screen and replayed Melia’s message, pausing it just at the moment when she smirked. Copying the image to another file, he saved it, wondering if it would be too dark to print it and keep it in his room.

Sense returned to him when he took a second sip of his drink. He pressed the delete key. “That’s the difference between me and the officers of the Empire. I have fantasies, but I don’t act on them.” He pressed the glass to his lips and drank down the remainder of his libation.

There were documents to attend to and the meeting. He wanted the docs complete before then. Enrue pressed the button to let his secretary know she could com him if needed and set back to work.

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