The room shimmers with pleasure. Three of the ladies have grabbed chaises and are rocking on them, their mouths open and eyelids fluttering as they buck on the cushions.
One has jumped into the pool and is angling herself in front of a water spout, rocking her sex towards the jutting water.
Lenah has abandoned her poise and elegance and has both hands between her legs now. Her cries ripple around the room. “Yes, yes, yes! Oh yes!”
Fuck. I’ve created a monster.
I run a hand through my hair, and my fingers get caught on the matted strands. I’m sticky, and I want a bath. But I have no idea how to work the water. Maybe I can ask someone?
Juno reaches for me as I pass her. “Kim. Thank you,” she gasps. “Korkan milk is so strong, and of course his Majesty has not summoned any of us since…”
“Since I arrived,” I finish the sentence for her. These poor women. Maybe once I figure out how to escape, I can free them too. They deserve it.
Plus, it will fuck with Aurus.
“Um, Juno,” I start to ask, but she’s rolled onto all fours and is settling on a round cushion. Her eyes half close as she starts to rock.
I hide a grin. Guess I’ll have to figure out how to get the water working myself.
A duo in the corner are helping each other undress. As I pass by, they give up on trying to disentangle each other from their gauzy silks. The taller of them starts stroking the other's breasts.
“Yes,” the shorter one moans, throwing back her head, her copper tresses rippling. I realize it’s Silki. “Like that.”
My work here is done.
* * *
Kim
A few hours later, I’m lying in the sumptuous bed I was assigned in one of the booths off the main hall of the harem. There’s no door, so faint light spills over the bottom of my sheets.
They don’t have lamps here. They use weird, glowing orbs which seem to be suspended in the air. But I haven’t had much time to check out the alien tech yet, what with everything that’s been going on.
I ended up giving myself a sponge bath with the little trickle of water I was able to coax out of the tap. A few times, I almost gave up figuring out the alien plumbing and went back to talk to Juno or one of the others, but I couldn’t bring myself to spoil their fun. Showing them how to take care of themselves was the least I could do. Even now, I can hear the occasional muffled gasp or cry of pleasure. A couple times, I heard ladies calling out each other's names. God knows what that korcan milk does or how long its effects last, but it seems to be similar to what everyone around here refers to asestrus—i.e. what being around Aurus induces in me.
And just like that, I’m thinking of Aurus again. I roll to my side and punch the pillow. My face is heavy with exhaustion. I would love to sleep, but every time I close my eyes, I think of Aurus and our fight. My body is all knotted up.
Stupid king and his smug, gorgeous face. Every time I think he feels a fraction of something other than superiority for me, he dismisses my feelings and opinions as if they’re nothing.
Somehow, knowing that he fought his way up in the ranks to be named king rather than born to it makes his behavior worse, rather than better. Had he been born a prince, spoiled and coddled and always made to believe in his own superiority, I would have been a bit more forgiving of his attitude.
Still, god knows how long he’s been king for, and I’ve seen the way literally everyone fawns over him. I guess it’s almost impossible not to develop an enormous ego when everyone treats you like some kind of god.
And he did earn his place, it seems, which I have to grudgingly respect.
Remembering what he looked like in the training arena makes my belly tighten with longing.
My pussy is still so sore from way too much sex. Even so, if a certain golden dick was to appear beside me right now, I’d let him fuck me again.
Does the Omega serum contain korcan milk?
I smush the pillow over my face. I need to think about something else. Aurus did promise to take me to see Emma… what will I ask her? Maybe Aurus will take me to meet her soon.
Then again, he may have reconsidered after our big argument. Or he’ll change his mind when he hears I showed his harem how to get around his cruel punishment. A small part of me hopes he won’t find out, but it’s unlikely to be kept a secret. Even if the girls keepstumm, there are servants—read: eyes and ears—everywhere.
And there’s no mistaking they’ve discovered self-pleasure. Some of them have apparently been at it since I first showed them, seriously risking giving themselves an RSI…
A wild cry rings out outside my room, shrill and echoing. It goes on and on and on. It sounds like a seagull being murdered.
