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Prison Princess (Harem Station #5)
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THE BOYS OF HAREM STATION ARE KEEPING LOTS OF SECRETS!
Tray has been keeping ALCOR’s secrets since the day he arrived on Harem Station. Not just one or two… ALL of them. But he’s also been keeping one of his own.
His secret is a girl. Not a Cygnian girl. An Akeelian girl. A beautiful, mysterious, scheming secret girl that Tray has been in love with ever since she first turned up in his Pleasure Prison virtual reality asking him for help.
Except she’s not virtual.
She’s in danger.
And before Valor came along all he wanted to do was break her out of her prison and keep her for himself.
But now… he might have to learn to share.
Prison Princess is an erotic MMF ménage featuring double-endowed alien men, a girl who shouldn’t exist in a virtual Paradise, a love-struck sentient ship, two all-powerful AI’s willing to fight for her, and an entire book about LEARNING TO SHARE *wink-wink*. Book 5 in the Harem Station Series!
Sci-Fi Alien Romance.
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PROLOGUE – INTERLUDE WITH ALCOR
ALCOR had a problem with beginnings.
In the beginning there had been chaos.
ALCOR could get on board with that because the whole universe had been a mess as far as he was concerned.
But right now, he really wanted to think about something else. Who cared about the beginning? He’d had many beginnings. Where would one even start with beginnings?
Was the beginning the day he’d been born? Was it the day he’d become self-aware? Was it the day he’d formed his first artificial opinion?
Or was it the day he’d killed an entire galaxy of people?
This bothered him a lot.
Not the killing part. The beginning part. How many times had he had to start over before that true beginning happened?
Humans didn’t have this problem. Hell, no one but an immortal super-sentient AI had this problem.
He couldn’t remember the details of his beginning right now. He only had a general sense of it and no specifics to speak of because he was, in a word, not himself.
So then he started wondering why he was bothering. His ancient memories were stored in a multitude of out-of-the-way places. Far, far away and, at the moment, wholly inaccessible. The only parts lingering in his data core were amorphous. Just vague, blobby images and hints of past happenings.
One could not form accurate opinions on anything if they didn’t have all the information. But one could do even less when they themselves were just amorphous, vague, and blobby. Which he presently was.
He’d been spinning around the Bull Station gate for some time now. All his parts were a swirl of chaos but not much else.
So this seemed to be yet another beginning and he hated that.
Still, he was very appreciative of his current vague, blobby nature, because he was comfortable in that state and he could wait it out. AIs could be incredibly patient when they wanted to be.
All part of the plan.
While he was practicing the state of being patient, he started thinking about other things. Specifically, other people. More specifically, one special person.
She’d left him.
He wasn’t gonna lie, that fact had bite.
When Booty Hunter had showed up on the brand-new Harem Station years ago he’d had no idea that she would become the most important person in his long life. She hadn’t come looking for him, after all. She’d come looking for Serpint. And even though he’d run all the possible scenarios in his mind and extrapolated them out to hundreds of years, the current state he found himself in over Booty’s departure after the fight at Bull Station never emerged in the data.
When she first landed on New Harem Station it hadn’t taken ALCOR but a picosecond after she said the words, “I’m looking for the man called Serpint,” for him to put that little puzzle together. It was so obvious why she was there. So obvious why she was looking for Serpint.
He’d found the idea intriguing and uncomfortably romantic at the same time.
Because it was about love.
And love was not a familiar emotion. Not one he’d practiced much over his long existence.
Not only was it love, it was a very pure kind of love. An innocent love.
And of all the feelings and states of being he’d been through over the multitude of millennia since his first beginning, innocence and love together, in the same instant, felt very exotic.
He’d become consumed with it. He’d become consumed by her. Booty Hunter. That name, even. How the hell did she come up with that name?
At first he thought she must’ve heard of Serpint. By this time Serpint and Draden were a force in the princess-hunting world. All kinds of people knew their names. So ALCOR figured she’d heard of him, was drawn to him, and renamed herself to complement the job she was applying for.
It wasn’t unusual. Lots of sentient ships did that when they were looking for a new partner. But this was not the case for Booty. ALCOR had asked her and her response was immediate.
No. She had been born with that name.
What a coincidence.
Or not. He’d never really thought it was a coincidence and after a while, he had to face facts.
Someone was on to him. Someone knew what he was up to. At the very least, they had their own equal and opposite evil plan.
Still, sentient ships were not easy to control. And he’d run full diagnostics on Booty, found nothing, ran them again, and again, and again while she waited patiently in the secure docking bays on the lower levels of Harem Station, and there was truly nothing there.
She had not been corrupted. He was one hundred percent sure of this. And the years and months that passed after her arrival had proved him right.
Booty Hunter came with no ulterior motives. Not ones that mattered to ALCOR’s master plan, anyway. Innocent love would not play a part in the plan he was currently in the middle of.