Chapter 1 - On Recruiting Harems: Episode 1


On Recruiting Harems
by Volpone

Episode One

          After closing the door, Quinn walked to the table and poured them each a glass from the
decanter he had brought in his luggage. He turned to the lovely woman and, offering her one glass,
said, “I should tell you... if you are actually here because of the wager, I have no desire to collect. If,
on the other hand, you are here because you want to be here, then I'm more than happy to have you.”
          Blatantly vamping him, she moved towards him slowly. Taking the glass from his hand and
running a finger along the back, she raised the glass to her lips and ran her tongue along a small bit of
the rim before taking a sip, her eyes locked on his the entire time. The drink was potent, sweet, spicy
and redolent of oranges. Still keeping her gaze on him, she licked her lips as if to capture any liqueur
that might remain there, then asked, “You'd have no desire...? None at all?”
          With a smile that said her message had been received, he corrected himself.
          “Pardon. Perhaps I should say I would be greatly disappointed if you were here for no reason
other than the wager.”
          “I try never to disappoint.”
          “I imagine that's not something you need to worry about very often.”
          By now, she was standing so close her ample bosom was against him as she looked up at him
over her half-glasses.
          “Truly,” she agreed, “I've yet to hear any complaints. And just to reassure you, as prime
minister, I'm often involved in... foreign relations.” Where she now had her hand removed any doubt
of meaning behind “relations”, or of her being here solely out of duty. She began to tug at him through
the fabric of his trousers, and as he swelled, she was pleasantly surprised to find the ambassador every
bit as male as her king.
          “Tell me,” she continued, “am I one of the women you would like to tempt away from here?”
          “Most definitely,” he assured her, slipping his arms around her without interfering with her
manual activities.
          This seemed to please her.
          “I should warn you... it will take a great deal of convincing to get me to leave my position. I'm
quite happy here.”
          “Perhaps I can find a couple of positions you may find as fulfilling,” he suggested softly, and he
leaned down to kiss her.
          In seconds, Quinn could tell the lovely prime minister was every bit as receptive and reactive as
he had taken her to be. She moaned loudly into his mouth as their tongues dueled back and forth, and
her free hand clutched at his back and she ground her chest into him in an attempt to get closer,
wordlessly urging him on.
          As in so many worlds, it seemed the men here failed to recognize both the enjoyability and
profound effect of a good kiss. Clearly Prima needed no more foreplay since Quinn had to hold her
tight to him to prevent her from dropping to her knees and moving on to more blatantly sexual acts. He
held the long-haired woman firmly as he continued to simply kiss her, his free hand slipping gently but
firmly into her hair. Her reaction to his sensual tongue playing against hers was gratifyingly strong as
she began to quake and whimper against him, rapidly building to what Quinn was certain would end
with...
          Prima gave a strong cry as her muscles spasmed, her nails digging into his back as her climax
claimed control of her. It wasn't the strongest or best she'd ever had, but it was by far the quickest and
the only one she'd ever known from kissing alone.
          This foreign gentleman clearly knew a thing or two about women and how to please them.
(What she didn't realize was the foreign gentleman had also done his research and knew very well what
buttons to push for every female he was hoping to recruit.)
          Before she had even fully caught her breath, Prima grew more insistent and went to her knees,
moving on to what she knew would please both of them greatly. In moments she had her breasts
wrapped around his eleven o'clock erection and the top couple of inches in her mouth, looking at him
over the top of her glasses as she slid her soft flesh up and down his shaft. She moaned appreciatively,
savoring him as the crown slid across her tongue.
          He let her take the lead for most of a minute, but not wanting to remain passive for too long,
Quinn slid his hands beneath to take the weight of her more-than-ample chest in his hands, and she
moaned her encouragement. A gentle squeeze from him brought a direct response as her cheeks drew
in and she increased the suction on his cock, another moan telling him to keep going. His fingers
squeezed more firmly and she moved her hands to his hips, her nails indenting the firm muscles slightly
as she continued moaning around her delicious mouthful, her nipples now tight and erect. A bit more
force and the lovely prime minister closed her eyes, a look of ecstasy on her face, her wordless
encouragement growing.
          The scent of her excitement was clear to his enhanced sense of smell. When he opened his
Talent to her and slipped undetected down her nerves to her mind, he was unsurprised to find her
pleasure center pulsing like a heartbeat of joy, so close to another orgasm that most anything would
trigger it.He moved his fingers a couple of inches, and as they surrounded her swollen nipples and
pressed them tightly, Prima cried out and her world was filled by the exquisite explosion of her climax.
Her muscles bucked and milk squirted from her as she gave herself over to the feeling. In the back of
her mind, the only thing that would make it better was if he joined her.
          With perfect timing, she felt him spasm as his semen flooding her mouth, and knowing he
shared her pleasure, she soared. The excellent orgasm she was having seemed to redouble, and while
she tried to swallow, it was too much too fast, and cum escaped her lips and splashed down across her
chin and onto the upper slope of her incredible breasts.
          Prima gulped again, and the taste suddenly registered on her preoccupied mind.
          Sweet...
          Knowing he was going to a world where his sexual prowess would be tested, Quinn had done
the logical thing and made sure he had a good supply of fresh silverleaf laid by. In his normal life, he
tried to snack on at least one leaf each day simply because he never knew when some lovely lady in his
life would decide she wanted to have him add a bit of liquid protein to her diet, and according to the
women he had tested it on, silverleaf made the experience much more pleasant for them. The analysis
done at the Clinic on his home world told him it also added to the beneficial compounds present in a
man's semen as well as improving volume and reducing recovery time to half what was normal.
When he had begun planning for this trip, he had started eating silverleaf several times a day,
knowing what would undoubtedly be in store regardless of whether the ladies left with him or not.
The attractive woman nursing on his cock continued to drink as much as she could, and she was
again made to think of her king and his surprising capacity.
          Just when she had swallowed the last dollop of cum from Quinn's tool, she opened her eyes and
found him smiling down at her. Not only was he smiling, his look told her he was more than simply
pleased with her ardent performance. It was a look she wasn't sure she could define because it spoke of
so many things. Perhaps it was the look, or perhaps it was something more. She could tell that it was
not simple sexually gratification. Even though he had just had a very sizable climax, he still desired
her, and wished to see her happy, and perhaps something even deeper. Whatever it was she saw, it was
more meaningful than what she saw in the face of her king so soon after sex.
          Her reverie was shaken when he broke the silence.
          “Shall we continue?” he asked her gently.
          Without really knowing how or why, the next thing Prima knew, she had launched herself into
his arms and was kissing him frantically, hanging from his neck as he gladly returned her kiss, gently
supporting her and swinging her around in an easy circle as they smiled and kissed and grew closer.
Carefully setting her back on her own two feet, he smiled at her and asked, “I take it that means
you're happy to continue the evening's festivities?”
          Her expression told him what her response was before she replied in words.
          “'Festivities'. What a perfect word to describe what we just did.”
          “Excellent!” he replied, sweeping her up easily in his arms and suddenly he paused as if he had
just come to a realization. “Come to think of it, that's another word to describe what we just did, too.”
          She pressed her head to his chest and breathed deep, enjoying his sweet but manly smell. He
carried her to the bed and deposited her gently on the coverlet.
          “And now, my dear, I want you to relax... and enjoy.”
          Thinking she might know what was coming, she was pleasantly unsurprised as he joined her on
the bed and nestled down with his face between her smooth thighs.
          Just a couple of moments and she knew that while there were many similarities between her
king and this gallant ambassador, just as he had demonstrated at chess earlier, there were some things
her new foreign lover did even better.
          What he did to her was difficult for her to recall afterward, but whatever it was, it was
incredibly effective since he had her arching up off the bed and grasping at the coverlet as she cried out
in ecstasy again and again. He kept her in a state of continual climax for several minutes, his lips and
tongue constantly playing over her sensitive spots and finding just the perfect place for a lick, a suckle,
a caress...
          When his finger gently invaded her anus, she gasped out and arched so high he was almost
afraid she might fall completely off the bed. Her juices splashed down his chin and milk again came
from her nipples, reminding him of a phrase he had once heard...
“...as if she had just given birth to love itself.”
          He didn't stop, but he did ease back just enough to allow her to come down from her state of
bliss gradually. As he teased her along, he slowly divested them of the intervening clothes they still
had on, and by the time she had regained both her breath and composure, she found they were both
naked.
          Just when she was starting to think of what she might do to please this wonderful man more,
she found he had shifted until he was standing on the floor off the edge of the bed, and she was
somehow lying back, looking up at him from over her head, his lovely erection back and as tempting as
ever.
          Reaching up, she took him by the hips and pulled him closer, and leaning her head well back,
she licked her lips and guided him again to her waiting mouth.
          Not wishing to disappoint the lady (or himself, since it was exactly what he had intended next),
he shifted forwards and started to slowly flex his hips, easily fucking her mouth as he began to feed a
bit more of his cock to her with each thrust.
          Clearly, Prima liked this new game since she closed her eyes and pulled at his hips, letting him
know she was happy to swallow every bit of cock he was willing to feed her.
          It took about a minute for her to adjust, but soon she was swallowing him down to the root with
each thrust. She would pull him in tight, getting him down her throat and gladly letting him face-fuck
her for about twenty seconds, then she would give him a slight push and he'd back off until she could
breathe easily, letting her gasp and swallow some of the thick saliva she was drooling because of his
cock sliding past her gag point, blinking and letting some of the tears she couldn't stop from forming
run from the corners of her smiling eyes, then she would pull him close again.
          Thinking he might be able to help her enjoy herself some more, Quinn bent over a bit and took
one of her breasts in each hand, kneading the soft, malleable flesh firmly. This made her pull him tight
and hold him there, fully down her throat as his fingers possessed her chest, squeezing pleasure into
them and making her pleasure soar. It was only when she couldn't hold out any more that she pushed
him back, grabbed a fast breath, then swallowed him to the root again, her throat, cheeks, lips and
tongue all working in concert to milk his cock and (hopefully) make him come.
          While he was enjoying himself greatly (as was his lovely companion), Quinn knew she couldn't
hold out for too long at this without exhausting herself for the evening. Even when self-inflicted in this
manner, erotic asphyxiation was hard on the practitioner... even the animated ones. And besides, he
had more things he wanted to do with the pretty prime minister.
          To help things along, Quinn again changed his grip on her breasts, this time grasping her
nipples between thumb and his first two fingers, tugging firmly without actually pinching, pulling at
the puffy, pronounced rosy points. While he was fully down her throat at the moment, she arched up
and clutched at his hips, then whimpered loudly when she pushed him back to gulp a breath of air, only
to pull him back hard and shift herself to put more tension on her already stretched nipples.
          It seemed this was enough for her because she began shaking hard, nails clutching involuntarily
at his hips and milk erupting from the nipples he was tugging on as she came yet again.
Quinn decided it was fine for him to join her, so he pulled back until just a few inches of his
penis were in Prima's clinging mouth. She bobbed her head frantically, sucking his cock feverishly,
desperate to have him come in her mouth.
          Relaxing his self-control, he did just that, and she cried out as best she could as she came and
tried to swallow the jet upon jet of semen that he pumped into her lips. While she was better prepared
this time, her position and lack of breath prevented her from swallowing any more of his cum than she
had the previous occasion, and again part of his sweet stickiness escaped and ran across her face. It
seemed to not bother her in the slightest. In fact, it seemed to excite her all the more since her orgasm
flared stronger before peaking and tapering back as she gulped the proof of her excellent performance.
Tremors continued to chase themselves through her body as aftershocks made her gasp around his cock
until she finally relinquished her lip-lock on him, letting him fall from her tired but happy mouth.
Smiling up at him with a deeply-satisfied expression, she let go of his hips, and with a
devilishly lascivious look, she used a finger to slowly scrape the semen that had escaped her earlier
from her face and into her mouth where she could savor it a moment before letting it slide down her
gullet to join the rest. She cleaned herself carefully, watching him the entire time with eyes that clearly
told him “I'd gladly fuck you silly... if only I had a bit more energy.”
          He decided that he didn't need to prove anything more to her at the moment, and so he went to
the side table where towels, pitcher and basin waited. Pouring a bit of water into the basin, he took a
small towel, dipped it in the water, wrung it out a bit, then returned to the bed where she was still
smiling, her eyes now closed as she gloried in her exhausted afterglow.
          Quinn gently cleaned her face a bit as he gazed at her tenderly, then moved on to her breasts.
          She wriggled a bit and gave a quiet giggle, but it was obvious she was rapidly slipping towards sleep in
spite of where he was paying her attention.
          “About accompanying you... I'm not sure yet,” she told him dreamily. “We'll see if this was a
fluke first.”
          “Look who's the one falling asleep,” he pointed out to her.
          Still not opening her eyes, she murmured, “I told you I need a lot of convincing.”

          Prima had wonderful dreams and when she slowly began to awaken later, she realized a couple
of reasons why. Even with her eyes closed, her still sleepy mind started to process what it was sensing.
          First, she was laying on her side in a bed, and she was more comfortable that she could ever
remember.
          What was making her feel so comfortable was a combination of things. She was deliciously
warm. She felt bare skin against her back... and arms around her... and hands. The hands were cradling
her breasts. They weren't groping or doing anything... just holding securely.
There was another sensation she felt that was different, and not at all unpleasant. She felt warm
skin in the cleavage of her round backside... firm but familiarly soft... ahh!... the warm firmness of a
hard male member. It, too, was not doing anything... simply resting, nestled between her relaxed
buttocks.
          She took a deep breath and sighed, and as she did, yet another bit of sensory information filed
itself away in her awakening mind... the sweet but manly scent of someone her mind was very glad to
recall...
          The ambassador.
          Oh, yes... the utterly delightful, tender but forceful, strong but perfectly attentive Ambassador
Harlequin.
          It seemed she had slept in his arms, which was strange because she was used to fucking in
company and then sleeping alone. It seemed to be something she hadn't realized she was missing.
She didn't know just how long she had slept, but she judged it wasn't too long. Her eyes opened
to candlelight, so it was still dark.
          Shifting and almost wriggling like a puppy, she was able to move against him, making the hard
shaft resting in her rearward cleavage shift so skin slid against skin, and she both felt and heard the
pleased rumble of his chuckle. Good. She hadn't wasted the entire night just sleeping.
His lips kissed the nape of her neck where it met her bare shoulder, and he asked, “And how are
you feeling, dear one?”
          The kiss and his endearment were gentler overtures than she was used to. It made her feel
cherished and caused goosebumps at the same time.
          “I'm feeling wonderful, largely due to you, your excellency.” Again she rubbed herself against
him, wiggling as if in an attempt to get even closer (an impossibility without sharing the same skin).
          She was unable to see him from their present positions but could hear amusement in his voice.
          “Formality after what we've shared? Friends and lovers call me Quinn.”
          “Mmm... Quinn-kun... I like that.”
          “My lovely Prima,” he murmured, and again he kissed her neck, his lips lingering longer than
before. She purred in response and arched her neck slightly, exposing the sensitive skin to him.
          Not needing to be beaten about the head with an invitation when he saw it, he proceeded to kiss
and nip at her neck and throat, then gradually onto her shoulder. His hands left her breasts as he eased
her onto her back so he could continue slowly nibbling his way across her collarbone... the front of her
throat... across the upper slope of her magnificent chest... down the outside... across her ribs where they
joined her breasts...
          She could feel his erection against her leg, and wished he were within reach, but she truly didn't
wish to interrupt his delightful tour. Wherever he intended to go from here, she knew she would enjoy
it.
          She was correct.
          Working his way up her cleavage, he kissed and nipped over she skin until she was almost
leaping at his touch.
          And then he placed a moist, sensuous kiss directly on her erect nipple, and she gave a small,
wordless exclamation and arched her back, pressing her breast more firmly to his mouth.
          It seemed her Quinn-kun was no stranger in dealing with a lady's assets, as he proceeded to
nibble, suck and tease her chest, drawing more vocal responses from her and more demanding behavior
from her body. Her hands went into his long hair and she held him to her breast as she cried out softly
when his teeth gently but firmly bit down on her nipple, and the first flicker of climax raced through
her.
          As if blowing gently on a coal to bring it to full heat, he continued to suck and nip at her until
he eventually had both her nipples in his mouth at once, sucking firmly as his fingers squeezed
exquisite pleasure into her breasts. She cried out as his actions finally tipped her over the edge and into
a full orgasm, milk from her breasts accenting how strongly she was coming.
          She was trembling and breathing so loudly she almost missed it when he said, “And now...”
          The next thing she knew, he was pulling her up until her shoulders were against the headboard,
his hands under her backside and lifting her completely off the bed, and the head of his cock properly
positioned.
          “Oh... gaaaaaa...” she managed as he penetrated her, and her climax jumped to an entirely new
level.
          He managed to get both her nipples back into his mouth, and then his hips moved forward,
filling her eager sex... and she came! She came hard, shaking the headboard violently, her cry carrying
clearly throughout the section of the palace they were in. Juices squirted from both pussy and breasts
as she shook and soared in ecstasy.
          She continued to come for several minutes as he fucked her. Prima was too far gone to think,
but she knew she'd never felt anything as intense in her life. She kept expecting him to join her in
climax as a fitting finish to the evening, but he somehow kept going.
          Finally he slowed down, and eased her back down to the bed, and slowly... almost teasingly...
pulled out. It was easy to hear the wetness of their parting.
          He released his oral claim on her nipples, and they throbbed as they ever-so-slightly began to
relax.
          Cradling her in his arms, he stroked a hand down her back, letting her world return to normal...
or rather normal for her.
          After a few minutes, she tilted her head back until she could see his face. He was smiling and
looking at her with such warmth, she wanted to cry. Since she assumed he would not understand such
a reaction, she blinked back the tears and instead smiled back at him, then nestled her head against his
chest and purred in contentment.
          “I must admit... you are amazingly convincing, Quinn-kun.”
          She loved the sound of his chuckle when it rumbled in his chest.
          “Does that mean you are ready to accompany me when I must go?”
          She was still torn. After all, she was prime minister, and the king's mistress... and sometimes
the queen's mistress... and occasionally Rebel's... there were so many people to think of...
          When she didn't answer immediately, she realized he might be insulted. She looked up at him
with concern, worried she might have spoiled at least the evening if not their growing relationship, but
she stopped when she saw the twinkle in his expression... a very wicked twinkle.
          Hmm... he hadn't come... and was still hard... and had a look like that in his eye... and she
wasn't too sore...
          “I find I may still need just a bit more convincing.”
          His twinkle turned into an unabashed grin.
          “Then it's fortunate I saved one last argument...”
          Letting him move her to the edge of the bed, he sat and turned her away from him, his hands on
her waist as he silently pulled her back to sit on his lap.
          What he intended was not exactly what she thought he had in mind, which she discovered as his
rigid member slid between the rear cheeks it had rested between earlier that evening.
Prima was not virgin by any orifice, but she usually had another penis to distract her in cases
such as this. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, trusting him as the pressure on her anus
increased uncomfortably.
          “Easy,” he crooned to her. “Relax, sweet one. I have you.”
          She took a breath and did as he said, relaxing the muscles she had involuntarily tensed, and with
a brief stab somewhere on the border of pain and pleasure, she felt the head of his cock penetrate her
ass.
          “Easy,” he repeated, easing her down, and she discovered the pain changed. It was still
discomfort, but now it was far more than that. It was exquisite pleasure as well. The tang of how it
edged on other sensations made it all the more poignant.
          She suddenly found herself sitting firmly on his lap, his erection up her increasingly receptive
backside. To test what she was feeling, she shifted her weight around a bit, and the signals she got back
made her want to start moving.
          His hands were no longer on her waist, but now cradled her chest once again. As his hands
began to knead the soft flesh, she found it more and more difficult to sit still. The sensation of his
hands and the way he filled her so... and the next thing Prima knew, she was undulating and moaning at
the indescribable feeling of him fucking her ass like this.
          It was then she realized that the second penis she'd thought she was enjoying at the time may
have actually been interfering with her pleasure, because this was clearly better than any double
penetration she'd ever had. The sensations were all swirling and colliding as they all started building to
what she instinctively knew was going to be her greatest orgasm ever.
          As his partner was momentarily lost in her anal reverie, Quinn decided to add just a touch more
spice to the mix and perhaps at the same time accomplish his mission with her.
          Softly but clearly, she heard him ask, “So... will you be coming with me when I must leave
here?”
          Her climax was rapidly approaching, and Prima was panting heavily, whimpering as his
delightful tool abused her tight anus, when she felt his fingers pinch down firmly on her nipples and
puuuuuullllll....
          It was just what she needed.
          “Yes!” she panted joyfully. “Yes, I'm coming with you. I'm coming with you. I'm coming...
I'm coming... I'm CUMMINNNNNNNNG!”
          And she most certainly did, in a spectacular, noisy, and wet manner.
          Knowing she was unlikely to hold out for much more of this, Quinn relaxed his hold on his
orgasm reflex. Immediately he was pumping a massive load of semen into her grasping, glorious,
ecstatic ass.
          The instant she felt the pulse of his cock and the flood of warmth in her backside, she gave a
joyful cry and went completely ahegao, tears running from her unseeing eyes, her tongue protruding
slightly from her open mouth and a thin trail of saliva running from the tip to drop unnoticed onto her
heaving breasts.
          A full minute later, she was sitting motionless, twitching, devoid of higher thought or voluntary
movement, his firm cock still embedded deeply in her grasping anus which squeezed him with each
tremor that ran through her.
          Finally, he knew he had to move if only to release her from her state of vacuous pleasure.
Lifting her slowly, he removed her from his tool, and she gave a tiny whimper that sounded like
disappointment, but she said nothing more, her eyes closed, her breathing gradually returning to
normal.
          He laid her back on the bed and snuggled in behind her as he had been earlier in the evening,
arms around her and holding her close. Reaching down, he caught a cover and pulled it up over them.
          He was about to settle in when her eyes opened slightly and she smiled dreamily at him.
          “I'm glad you finally convinced me,” she said with a smile.
          “I enjoyed every moment it took to convince you, dear one,” he replied, and he leaned down to
kiss her tenderly.
