The Harem - Part 1
By Anita Coxman
Copyright 2012
Smashwords Edition
Warning
This ebook contains adult matter, including explicit sexual scenes. These ebooks are only for sale to adults, as per the laws of your country of residence. Please do not let minors access these files. This ebook is a fictionalized work and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, establishments, or actions depicted in this book is purely coincidental.
I scanned the surface of Pashmina 109, searching for a good spot to land my ailing space schooner. I wasn’t sure what the problem was but all of the sudden, it was losing both cabin pressure and fuel pressure.
Spying a flat rocky area on the planet, I executed a textbook perfect emergency landing. I tried to radio for help but there was nothing but static. That figures, I thought. Here we were in the year 2225 and we still couldn’t figure out a way to combat solar storms to keep them from interrupting communications. Oh well, the static would go away eventually. In the meantime, I would try to figure out what went wrong with the ship.
I popped the canopy and climbed out. Pashmina 1 through 108 were vast wastelands. 109 wasn’t any better. Luckily, it was nighttime and both suns had already set. It was never truly dark on any of the Pashminas. Instead the nighttime sky resembled dawn or dusk on any other habitable planet. There was no life on Pashmina 109, not even something microscopic. It was as though the dueling suns kept everything dried and shriveled to the point where there was no chance for anything to find an opportunity to thrive.
Popping the hood on the schooner, I could find no discernible reason why it would malfunction. I slammed the hood down and tried to think. I’d just have to sleep in my rig for the night. The solar storm would likely clear in a day or two and I had enough rations to get me through. Worst case scenario, I’d break into my cargo hold and drink some of the cosmic chocolate that I’d been commissioned to transport.
A distant whirring sound caught my attention and soon a hovercraft came into view. Three female humanoids alighted from the vehicle. I had heard rumors of female space pirates, but for some reason, I didn’t reach for my weapon. I was transfixed by their beauty. They were identical with long blonde hair that reached the middle of their backs. Long lashes framed doe shaped violet eyes. Each was clad in a long white robe made of some gauzy material that was virtually see-thru. The front was held together by a small gemstone pin, leaving the path from just below their ample breasts to their feet completely bare. I couldn’t help but stare at their shaved pubes. Each one had a different pattern.
As they walked towards me, I heard one beauty ask, “Are his plums ripe for natal massage?”
Damn! I smacked the left side of my head where the translation chip had been implanted. The solar storm must be interfering with the translation. Generally, the tool allowed for instant understanding throughout the galaxy.
The one that had posed the question gestured for the others to wait. Obediently, they stood in a line while she approached. With one swift motion, she disarmed my weapon and cupped my cock through my skinsuit. Giving it a firm squeeze, she seemed pleased that it sprang to life in her grip. Reaching further back, this time she rotated my balls in her hand, testing their weight.
“His fruit is most ready for both succulence and massage.” She backed away before kneeling at my feet. As she knelt, I realized that the back of the robe was short allowing me the most tantalizing view of her sweetly rounded ass. “My king, I bow before you to offer my loins for a natal massage. I am most needy as I have gone three days without release.”
While the translator chip still seemed to be struggling, there was no doubt as to the meaning of her words. My cock knew instinctively that she wanted to fuck and it leapt to new lengths within the confines of the skinsuit.
I tried to stammer a reply but found that nothing came out. I stretched out a hand to help her to rise. The other beauties came forward to encircle her. One said, “Come sister One, we must nurture his staff with elixir before all else. Let us gather upon him in the palace.”
They hustled me into the hovercraft, leaving no room for objection. Not that I had plans to complain. These women were like something out of an exquisite wet dream sequence. Not long after, the craft docked inside another ship that reminded me of an old palace that had once existed back on Earth. It was called the Taj Mahal and people used to visit it for centuries until it finally tumbled to the ground, the victim of a massive earthquake.
Inside, the palace ship was luxuriously appointed with beautiful fabrics, furnishings and implements that I’d never seen. The ladies escorted me to a dining hall and seated me at the head of the table. There were no dishes on the table and they seemed to be looking to me to make the first move.
“You really don’t understand, do you?” The clarity of her words struck me. The translator was finally functioning properly.
I shook my head.
“My name is One. I am the first born of your harem wives. Two and Three are to your left. What is your name, my fertile king?” Her voice was soft and musical.
“I am Captain Zack Andros…from Earth. I was forced to land my ship here due to an emergency.”
“Your emergency may have saved us all, Captain Zack,” One said. Our culture teaches us to humble ourselves before our king and entice him to impregnate us to make girl children. There can only be one king in each harem, but we must find a king elsewhere and bring him into the harem. Each of us now carries a child fathered by our last king. Unfortunately, he died three days ago while attending to our daily fertilization.”
Two chimed in to add, “In addition to the three of us, there are also the virgins and the others. The virgins will be coming into their first season and will need to have their reproductive fields both plowed and well-seeded in order to ensure that a child will grow within their untried wombs.”
Three spoke up with, “If you don’t help us, our kind will die out.”
Listening to them speak, I was struck anew by how beautiful they each were. The load of cosmic chocolate could wait. After all this was a public service to save a dying species, right? “Show me what I need to do.”
“Sisters, bring the younger girls in to watch. It is important that they learn this before their nipples grow stiff and the urge to rut controls their loins.” The others scurried away to comply as One swung herself up onto the table. “Before you attend to us, you must first partake of nourishment to keep you strong and virile.” With her legs dangling in front of me, she slipped the robe from her shoulders.
I couldn’t help but stare, her tits were grapefruit sized with perfect pink nipples that stood straight out. As the other girls came in, I wrenched my eyes away. I had been expecting to see young blond girls on the verge of womanhood. Instead, I saw four beautiful dark-skinned women with full lips, slim hips and sweet chocolate asses.
“Aahhh, so you thought that we would all look similar?” At my nod, she said. “We come in many flavors.”
The girls gathered around to listen as One explained what would happen. “Before we mate, we must provide nourishment for our fertile king and he must use endearments to encourage us and make us more willing to bear his fruit. We must ask him what flavor of elixir he prefers and then serve it to him.” One leaned forward to ask, “What is your favorite flavor, my king?”
“Strawberry,” I said, licking my lips in spite of myself.
One continued to watch me until I added, “My sweet wife, I prefer strawberry.” I was rewarded with a smile as she raised her arms up over her head in a languid stretch and her tits swelled from the size of grapefruits to the size of cantaloupes.
When I reached out my hands to caress them, she instead guided my head to the left tit and encouraged me to suckle. Indeed the milk or elixir as she called it was strawberry flavored. When no more sweetness flowed from that tit, she directed my attention to the other until, it too could give no more. Instead of sagging, her tits instantly returned to their previous grapefruit size.
“In our culture, the king lets us know that he has enjoyed the elixir by letting out a tremendous belch. The longer the belch, the more satisfying the meal.” I closed my eyes as she began to gently rub my lower belly and within moments, a long and raucous belch tore from deep within me. It was followed by more than a few passionate moans in the room. I opened my eyes to see desire etched on the faces of the blondes and one of the cocoa beauties as I now thought of them.
The blondes looked at their dark skinned little sister in surprise. Her nipples were straining against the thin fabric of her gown. One smiled indulgently. “The urge to rut is upon you. It seems that you are a full grown woman after all. Our fertile king will ensure that you are jingling once he has addressed our more urgent need. Do not worry. He will provide for all of us, sister.” One stretched an arm out to the girl and kissed her on the lips, sensuously running her tongue over each juicy portion before plunging her tongue to part them.
Sliding from her perch on the table she said, “Come, my fertile king. There is much work to be done.”
I followed her direction, making sure to stay at least a few paces behind her so I could watch the sexy sway of her ass. It was a damn fine ass, too!
We arrived in her room where she proceeded to remove my skinsuit. Her hands were shaking as she did so. “Forgive me for being so anxious my king, but it has been three very long days since I have been coaxed with my king and I find that I need the release badly.”
“Is there a special way that you like it?” Suddenly, I was nervous that I would disappoint her.
She nodded, shyly. “I need your mouth upon my…” I cut her off with a kiss and then backed her up to the bed. I gently laid her down and buried my face in her sweet pussy. Her pubic hair was shaved into a Mohawk and I plunged my tongue repeatedly to tease her clitoris. She tasted like honey and I delved deeper and deeper in search of more. Her clit grew taut under my tongue and she cried out as a climax overtook her. It had taken less than a minute to come but the convulsions continued for more than five. I wished that my cock had been inside her to experience the ripples of pleasure that radiated through her pussy. As her breathing slowed, I noticed that her previously flat belly began to expand.
“Does that happen every time?” I asked.
She followed my gaze to her small rounded belly and said, “That is how you know that you’ve satisfied me. It means that my body has relaxed enough to allow the baby to drop. It will return to normal in a couple of hours.”
She stood up slowly and I was able to see the slight sway of her back and the bulge at her waist was even more pronounced. I found myself oddly aroused by it. “There is one more thing that you must do for me, my fertile king.”
What is that, my sweet?” I asked. I hoped that it involved an orgasm of my own because my cock was rock hard and throbbing at this point.
“You must fertilize me each day.” She returned to the side of the bed and bent over, presenting her beautiful ass to me with her legs slightly spread. She didn’t have to ask twice. I stood behind her and entered her gently. I didn’t want to take a chance and injure the child that she carried.
She moaned and arched her back meeting me stroke for stroke. My balls slapped against her ass rhythmically as her juices began to flow down her legs. The sweet taste of her was still on my tongue and that made me want to stop and lap up, every drop but there’d be time for that later.
I reached for her clitoris and began vibrating it with my finger. The other hand caressed her rounded belly. I wanted to climax with her this time and when she started to tremble and shake, I held her ass tight to my crotch and sprayed my cum deep inside her. I could feel it spurting out of my shaft like hot lava spewing from a volcano.
As an intergalactic cargo hauler, I had fucked all kinds of pussy, belonging to all kinds of women. Hands down, One’s pussy was the best ever.
She had collapsed on the bed. I rolled her onto her back and proceeded to lick every drop of errant honey from her thighs. I didn’t stop there, I was intoxicated. I lapped up my own cum intermingled with her sweetness until she was aroused again. My cock was throbbing and I longed to slip it between her thighs but she stopped me. “You can only fertilize me once per day, my king. Remember the other harem wives need your attention, too.”
I’d never fucked more than one woman in one night before. Was I really expected to perform with three? My swollen member seemed willing to try.
“If you go to the room next door, you’ll find Two waiting for you. She’ll begin by giving you a bath and some nourishment to keep your manhood strong.”
I followed One’s instructions and attempted to knock on the door but it flew open before I was even able to strike a blow. Two was wearing the usual white robe and an impish smile. Whereas I had once thought the women to be identical, I could now see subtle differences.
“Please come in, my lord Zack, and I shall see to your comfort and satisfaction.” Two’s voice was a bit higher in pitch than One’s.
I stepped across the threshold into a room that looked essentially like the last. It did make sense that every harem wife would be treated equally. Two ushered me into a lavatory equipped with a tub large enough for the both of us. She swept off her robe, exposing her tits and fully shaved pussy to my eager eyes. Like her harem sister, those orbs were the size of grapefruits, though hers had generous dusky nipples. After bathing me from head to toe, she toweled me off, taking the time to lick a tiny drop of pre-cum from my aching cock. She then produced a small hose which she inserted into my rectum. With the touch of a button, a warm stream of water shot up my ass. When she pulled it out, she led me to the toilet to defecate.
When I inquired as to why, she replied, “I need you clean both inside and out. Three days without a release has given me quite an appetite, my fertile king.”
Who was I to argue? She washed my rectum again and applied some sort of scented oil before declaring me to be ready She lay on her side on the bed and raised her arms in a stretch. “What flavor would best quench your thirst, my lord?”
“I find you to be most intoxicating my eager darling and I think your elixir should taste like a fine Martian rum punch. Do you think that you can manage that? I have an incredible thirst for you, my dear.” Her stretch was languid and by the time she had finished, her tits swelled to almost double the size of One’s. I rushed to her side to suckle from first one sweet teat and then the other. Not only did her milk taste like Martian rum punch, it was just as intoxicating.
In order to get every last drop, I seated her over my abdomen so that the milk would flow directly into my eager mouth. When her tits returned to their normal size, she began to massage my belly with her bottom, sometimes grazing my pubic hair as she rotated her hips to entice me to belch. The belch began in my toes and let loose with a long and mighty rumble. Her answering moan made think that she had somehow reached an orgasm without me but her belly remained flat and trim. It was now time for us to get down to business. I wondered what it would take to push this pretty blonde over the edge.
I smiled up at her, still perched on my stomach. “That was quite a meal that you served to your king. Now what can I do for you?”
“I derive my pleasure from yours, my fertile king. All I require from you is cooperation.” She made a motion as though she was bowing to me before sliding off of my stomach.
She turned me to one side and lowered her head to my cock. Immediately, she began stroking the head and shaft with her mouth and lips. Her head bobbed in an intoxicating undulating motion and her tongue made periodic passes over the sensitive head. One hand fondled my balls while the other pressed against my rectum, seeking entry. All of my senses were screaming. When my anus finally yielded to her ministrations, she began to massage the sensitive prostate. There was an instant explosion of cum as my dick jerked and spasmed uncontrollably. She swallowed it all without slowing her strokes and continued to work as my cock softened. Her finger continued to massage my prostate and soon, I was as hard as tempered steel. Reluctantly, she pulled back
“It is time for you to fertilize me deeply, my king. I need to feel you touch the door to my womb so that I can gain my release.” She sounded a bit edgy.
That’s right… I’d forgotten that Two hadn’t yet had an orgasm. She pulled the pillows from the head of the bed and slid them under her sexy ass, raising her hips higher to allow me greater access to go deep. I lowered my head to get a taste of her and was not disappointed in the sweet nectar that flowed across my tongue from her shaved pussy.
Her eyes closed and a moan escaped her lips. I pulled back and poised myself above her. Mindful of her pregnancy, I prepared to enter her slowly. Suddenly, she bucked wildly and I found myself dick deep in heaven. She seemed to suck me in, deeper and deeper with every stroke until I hit bottom and felt something within her burst. Suddenly her nectar was flowing, soaking the pillows beneath us.
Her pussy clamped and squeezed and writhed around my cock until I was at the breaking point. She reinserted her finger in my anus and began another sexy prostate massage. I could take no more. I fired off stream after stream of cum. If she hadn’t already been pregnant, then I would have given her octuplets with the amount of sperm that pumped out of my manhood.
Her formerly slender waist was now sporting a familiar baby bulge indicating that I’d done my manly duty. Watching their bellies rise was an oddly satisfying feeling. I’d never had a desire to have kids but I was as proud of these pregnant bellies as if I’d been the daddy. They served as a testimonial to my skill as a cocksman.
I kissed her gently on the lips and moved downward. Grabbing her by the hips, I rolled her over onto my face to enjoy the mingled tastes of her smooth skin, sweet pussy, hot cum and Martian rum punch on my tongue. Ahhh… this was definitely the life. I might never go back to Earth.
There was a tingling in my cock that indicated the beginnings of a new erection. It was time to move on to the last harem wife.
Three greeted me at the door without any clothing on at all. Her long blonde hair swept back and forth just above an ass that seemed a bit larger than those of her harem sisters. She led me into the adjoining lavatory and turned on the water for a shower. We showered together but somehow, her hair never seemed to get wet. She massaged my shoulders and back as she soaped and rinsed my body. Her tits were definitely larger than the other harem wives. I heard my stomach rumble in anticipation of my next meal.
She chuckled at the sound. “I have to adjust the gravity levels in my room a bit before we can begin. She turned a knob that was mounted on the wall. I instantly felt lighter. “What flavor do you prefer, my king?”
“Do you have any suggestions, my sweet?” My head was still a bit fuzzy from the Martian rum punch.
“Mmmmm…I think Brankellian Sweet Cream would harden your cock to produce the sweetest cream for me tonight. It is an aphrodisiac, you know.”
“The Brankellian Sweet Cream it is, my dear. I promise to fill your pussy with gallons of cum tonight,” I bragged.
"Ahhh…but your cock won’t be entering my pussy tonight. I prefer anal fertilization, my king and I offer you the tightest hole that you’ve ever felt. You may fill it at will. My bottom cannot wait to feel your mighty thrusts and my body begs to feel the rush of your seed, my lord.”
She stretched her arms above her head and held the pose. When she lowered them, her tits looked like missiles protruding from her chest. She almost had to arch her back in order to keep her slender body erect. My cock suffered from no similar problem and stood up proudly, anxious to enter any orifice that she would permit. We remained standing while I slurped every last drop from the left and then the right. The flavor was as smooth as an old brandy with freshly whipped cream. If it weren’t for all of the exercise that I had been getting with the harem, I would probably gain a hundred kilos from all of the calories in their sweet milk.
“Would it be greedy to ask for more?”
She stretched again, this time filling them only halfway. We sat on the bed while I enjoyed a leisurely second course of what had to be the elixir of the gods. When finished, she merely ran her tongue across my belly and I roared out a mind blowing belch. My cock grew three inches in length and my balls felt like lead weights. Lust burned hot in my belly and I struggled to contain it. I needed to satisfy my harem wife before all else.
“What will it take to satisfy you, my dear?”
Reaching under the pillow, she produced a small paddle. “I want you to watch me pleasure myself. I’m not like the others. I know how to provide for myself.” She sat down in the only chair and swung one long leg over the arm. She did look damned sexy in that pose as her hand went to work. I had a perfect view of it all and my cock jumped and lurched as she repeatedly brought herself to the edge, but couldn't quite get beyond it. The last time, I jerked her up from the chair and leveled the paddle across her fine ass. There was a look of immense relief as the orgasm swept over her body. Before my eyes, her belly began to swell. She looked as though she was due to deliver at any moment.
She laughed when she saw the concern on my face. “There are twins residing within my womb. That is why I adjusted the gravity in here and why I prefer anal fertilization. It is getting a bit crowded in there to do it any other way!”
No matter how many times I’d cum over the course of the night, nor how large her belly was, I felt the need to lose myself in her. The other harem wives just couldn’t match her fertile beauty in my mind and my cock strongly agreed. She was like a fertility goddess and all I could think about was fucking her in any way that she would allow. But first, I had to taste her. I knelt before her and buried my face in her crotch, teasing her clit with a gentle nibble. Her snatch was shaved close around the lips but was fully thatched everyplace else. I crammed my tongue up into her as far as it would go and cried out in frustration that it would stretch no further. She tasted like candy and I was a starving kid in a candy store. I grabbed the hand that she had used to pleasure herself with and slurped all traces of her sweetness from it. Frustrated, I rubbed my swollen cock against her slit hoping to gain entrance to her sweet tunnel.
Finally, she knelt down before me and took me into her mouth. Her tongue alternated between pleasuring me and punishing me and I begged her to allow me to cum. She ignored my pleas and removed her mouth from my shaft only to pull my swollen balls into her mouth at the same time. I howled my frustration as I still couldn’t seem to cum to relieve pain-pleasure-agony and ecstasy of it all.
She chuckled at my frustration and whispered, “You’ve had far too much of the Brankellian Sweet Cream. I warned you that it was an aphrodisiac, my fertile king. You need to relieve your aching manhood within my rectum. Nothing else will be able to squeeze your staff tightly enough to cause your seed to spray.”
I wasn’t going to argue. My cock felt as though it had a fifty megaton nuclear device within it.
“You must be careful, my lord Zach,” she admonished. “First use the oil to smooth your way.”
I did as I was told, squirting oil into her tight asshole, directly from the bottle. She was holding onto the back of the chair and I somehow managed to control myself enough to enter her slowly. The combination of the slick oil and her tight hole suddenly made everything seem better. My strokes were long and strong. Each one elicited a sigh of relief from me and a low moan from her. She began wiggling her ass against my balls and I felt as though she needed something more. I grabbed her by her luscious tits and began to use them as leverage while I banged her to a climax. Her sphincter began squeezing my dick rhythmically as wave after orgasmic wave swept through her pussy. My body could take no more and my hips began to piston as I sprayed my jizz all up in her drum-tight ass.
We stayed there for a few minutes, allowing the chair to support our combined weight.
When I finally tried to move us over to the bed, I found that I couldn’t pull out. Like a couple of rutting dogs, our bodies had swollen together and her ass had a death grip on my cock. I’d have to take care of that sexy virgin tomorrow. I wondered if a man could die from too much sex. It didn’t matter; there were worse ways to go.