Vortex (The Harem at the End of the Galaxy, #1)

by Kenze, Kyle

  Her nail polish had somehow transformed from gold glitter to pearlized pink, and she wore nothing except a rose-gold chain that fell to the perfect hollow of her lickable collarbone. The pink light cast a suggestive glow over her skin that reminded you of the post-orgasmic flush.

  Or maybe that was more than the love hotel lighting. Maybe she'd actually been fingering herself in my absence. Her thighs were open a few inches, and the pink lips of her satiny pussy were swollen and slick with a slight coating that could only be sexual sweat.

  “Oh, good. You got here right on time,” she said. “We're really fine-tuning the process now.” She patted the mattress beside her. “You'll be more comfortable here.”

  “The process isn't stable. I flashed back to my office just now.” Whatever the process was and however I got here, anyone could see something wasn't firing on all four cylinders.

  “That was unfortunate, and you may even flash back again. That's why we have to work fast. Like I said before, we need your sperm, Clayton. We have to get right on this project right now before it's too late.”

  As I dived not next to her but on top of her, I slid down her sleek body to thrust my nose between those intoxicating thighs. Her special scent grew stronger, inspiring me to take a deep breath that tickled me all the way down to my balls.

  Delicious temptation. Impossible temptation.

  If it was up to my tongue and my dick, I would have buried myself immediately between the tasty folds of her delectable cunny. Alas, the big head still had a lot of questions.

  This couldn't be a dream. I was here. The erect clitty I was flicking with my tongue was too real, too present. Too firm and yet too wriggly.

  Too responsive.

  Even the psych-eval theory didn't make all that much sense. I'd been walking down a hall. Then, boom, I was here. There was no time for any crazy-ass experimental DOD pointy heads to get me in a VR headset so they could test me for the crazy.

  I couldn't understand how or why, but this was happening. And I needed to know more.

  She shifted her thighs to squeeze my ears. I tongued harder at her tasty clit. “Oh, that's so good, Clayton. I like how you stir your tongue around like that.”

  It would have been so easy to trip her trigger. Instead, it was my turn to administer certain tests. Instead of pushing her love button right away, I teased the moment out, sucking not directly on her peapod but instead on the tender spot above it.

  There was a knot of hidden nerve endings there. She gasped and kicked her legs up on either side of my hunched body. Her back arched. That fast, she was already coming. I could taste the little spasms squirming against my lips.

  Not a dream. Not a virtual reality. A real reality.

  Still gasping, she curled up from the waist to grab my shoulders to pull my creamed-on mouth to hers. We kissed, her tongue desperate to lick her own juices from my lips. Her hands kept squirming around to knead into my shoulders.

  This was real. Nothing could be more real.

  And yet...

  My blood ran cold. Could a drug make you hallucinate with such intensity? Had somebody introduced a powerful hallucinogen into the break room coffee machine?

  Had they destroyed my ability to tell the real world from the fake? And, if they hadn't, how likely was it that I was the only man affected by the drug?

  Fucking hell. The Pentagon could be the victim of a terrorist attack that nobody even knew about yet because we were all too busy hallucinating our heads off.

  “You're tense. I can feel it in your shoulders.” She squirmed around beneath me, her abundant curves shifting against me in the most delightful places. I let myself be guided onto my stomach, and she swung a long, silky leg over my body and then settled into place on top of me so she could massage my back. This tactic did zip to relieve the tension in my cock. If anything, I was now officially drilling a fucking hole in the bed.

  The little head and the big one were having a fundamental disagreement. Fuck now, or freak out now? What was the priority here?

  “I'm going to make you feel so good,” Darlene said. “Trust me, Clayton. This is going to work. This time, it's going to work. I can feel it in my bones.”

  “You're experimenting on me. Taking me from my time in some kind of experimental device. Are you drugging me too?”

  Her hands rubbed into my back. “There's no drugs, but we did take you from your time. We didn't know what else to do.” When she sat up, her thighs loosened their grip on me. I could have escaped from those silken clutches if I wanted to, but I guess I didn't want to. My body purred as her smooth hands grasped me at hip and shoulder, the better to turn me to look at her face-to-face. “Are you telling me you want to refuse this mission? Do you want me to send you back to Earth?”

  She back sat on her haunches, each naked knee barely touching one of my outer thighs. Her eyes were large and sad.

  My cock was large too. Impossibly large. No one would believe I'd nutted less than half an hour ago. Of course, it wasn't really half an hour ago. It might be centuries ago if she was telling the truth about being a woman of some future time where they didn't have males.

  “I don't want you to send me away,” I said. “I want to give you everything you need. But I'm getting frustrated at the way I keep flipping back and forth from my office to... wherever the hell this place is. I ended up spewing all over my own desk back home. That stuff can't keep happening, Darlene. I want to help you, but it doesn't help anybody if I lose my fucking job.”

  “Nobody wants to hurt you, Clayton. You are very important to us.” She settled into me again, laying down on top of me to let me feel her delectable curves from tip to toe. Her nipples were a matched pair of diamonds that poked rudely into my chest, while the soft cup of her waxed pussy was grinding in a more teasing fashion against the hard-on she squashed between us. “Please don't ask me to send you back.”

  “You know I'm never asking you to send me back. I want to be here. I want to show you all the things you need to know about a man's body. But it's confusing for me.” I wrapped my arms more tightly around her. Our bodies rocked, hers on top of mine, her sweet pussy lips unfolded as if they intended to suck me inside of their own accord. I didn't have to do anything. All I had to do was be there and let her ride me.

  “It's confusing for all of us, I think.” Her pussy slipped into position, the soft pink lips unfolding over the upthrust head of my cock.

  She was determined to distract me, and I was equally determined not to be distracted.

  “Look, I know you're not telling me the truth about everything. I might not be a STEM major, but I know damn good and well there's no such thing as an artificial gravity generator. This can't be the Moon.”

  Her pussy rocked against my dick, almost but not quite taking me inside. “Oh! Well, about that, yeah. We wanted to make you feel more at home. But if you've already guessed, I might as well tell you. Nope. This isn't the Moon, and that wasn't the Earth. The entire solar system was hopelessly contaminated by the virus.”

  My body lifted of its own volition. My dick did its jackhammer thrust upward, and her sweet pussy did its downward bounce down to meet me. And, wham, there we were, fitted together like we'd been designed for each other.

  “This planet is on the other side of the galaxy,” she said. “There's no more Earth, but we transformed this world's largest Moon into a memorial of the home planet. But this world is so empty, Clayton. We need to fill it with people.”

  Our bodies moved faster, too fast for me to ask any more questions. “Well, here I am to serve all your baby-making needs.” I thrust even higher and hotter. Any further discussion would have to wait for a more opportune moment. The big head was turned off, and the little one was fully engaged.

  Chapter 7

  “Faster, Clayton. Faster!” Darlene rode me at full gallop. At first, she'd been sprawled on top of me, but soon she sat up high in the saddle to put her full weight into the athletic girl-on-top fuck. Her basketball ta-
tas were bouncing above me like nobody's business.

  I answered her with muscular effort from my hard-pumping ass, the better to thrust myself higher and deeper. She wasn't a technical virgin - I assumed she had experience with some kind of weird-ass dildo of the future - but she was extremely tight, and her interior walls didn't spread out even a millimeter beyond what they needed to in order to accommodate the urgent strokes of my swollen dick.

  You know how sometimes when you've been frustrated for too long, you can't just let go when it's time? Delayed ejaculation isn't a problem most guys tend to bitch about, but we all know it happens. This fuck went on and on, and Darlene was definitely getting more than her fair share of the cookies. The repeated contractions of her multiple O’s squeezed up and down the length of my shaft over and over again, to the point where she was getting a tad impatient.

  “Don't hold back, Clayton! I have to have it this time. Please? If you snap back before we get your spunk, we might not get another chance. You have to cum, we have to have your male DNA. It's the rarest fluid in the whole fucking galaxy.”

  We'd have to work on her sex chatter. Still, I was more than ready for a cum or two myself. Reaching up with both hands for those magnificent boobies, I squeezed hard. So firm. Such pointy nipples.

  So real. So hard. And my throbbing dick was oh-so-pointy too. We were a matched pair of frantic, screaming desperados.

  I wouldn't be denied this time. Wouldn't flash back into the future or the past. Wouldn't go anywhere or be anywhere else until this moment was done, done, done.

  “So close, baby.”

  “Come, Clayton. Please, fuck, cummmm.”

  “Yesssss.”

  “Now, Clayton. Now....”

  “Yes, now, baby. Oh, fuck now! Oh, fuck yes! Here it comes, oh my fuck...”

  Kicking and writhing, she lay down flat on top of me again. Amazing how those huge boobs felt smashing into my chest. Her pussy performed some kind of vacuum-suck maneuver that nearly turned my dick inside-out.

  Yes. Now. Yes!

  I don't even know what I screamed in the final moment, only that I did. The rush of satisfaction was overwhelming in a way no climax had ever overwhelmed me before. I wasn't merely emptying my balls. I was emptying my everything into this beautiful and highly optimized female of the future.

  Her internal muscles sucked with shocking force to pull my spurting seed even deeper than the far walls it was already splashing.

  Fuck, girl. You don't intend to let a drop get away, do you?

  Whatever else she was lying about, she was sincere about needing the Clayton Parks all-natural home-brewed goo. Of course, I didn't believe I was on a planet at the other end of the galaxy, any more than I believed I'd been on the fucking Moon. But some of this was real.

  Her greed for seed was real.

  There was no faking the desperate way her face twisted in orgasm or the equally desperate way her pussy kept squeeze-milking my cock to the last drop. At last, the force of the contact became even a little painful, and we had to stop slamming. Our trembling bodies slumped together, her on top of me, so we could collapse in a little two-person pile-up.

  We may have dozed a moment. May have even blacked out from the sheer force of the after-gasms.

  Somehow, at some point, I found myself wrapped around her spoon-fashion, with me the big spoon sniffing at the nape of her lovely neck. That sex-scent of hers came up strong again, and I felt an answering need deep in my blood.

  “Why me?” I asked. “How did I get so lucky?”

  She turned in sleepy slow-motion. Once more, we were face-to-face. More of the scent came from the sweet hollow of her collarbone. I couldn't resist licking her there.

  “According to the records, you were the only male remaining on Earth who was unaffected by the virus.”

  “You keep talking about this virus, but there were a lot of viruses on Earth.” Weaponizing diseases was supposed to be a war crime, but everybody figured somebody somewhere was doing the research. Even the lowliest data analyst at the Pentagon couldn't afford to be naive about that.

  “This virus didn't come from Earth. It came from... outside.”

  After she didn't say anything else for a while, I prompted her again. “Outside?”

  “There's an alien race from the Andromeda Galaxy that isn't too excited about the rise of intelligence in the Milky Way. They seed our solar systems with a virus that attaches to the DNA and destroys the ability of the intelligent life-form to reproduce.”

  I'd seen a program on public television called something like, Where Are They? It had talked about one of the great mysteries of science. Considering we had a galaxy full of solar systems crammed with planets that could host life, no one could explain why other intelligent beings hadn't already contacted the Earth.

  Well, maybe Darlene had just explained it. The other intelligences in our galaxy were being systematically exterminated by hostile forces from the Andromeda Galaxy.

  My blood ran cold.

  “Earth got lucky,” she said. “With most of the other advanced species, the DNA attached to all genders and all races and wiped out all intelligence on the planet. In the case of Earth, the DNA only attached to males. We've been able to carry on the human race for centuries by cloning. However, every time we try to clone our own males, the contaminated DNA pops up again.”

  “So you have to reach back into the past somehow to get uncontaminated DNA.”

  “And we're running out of time. See, the thing is, we can only barely reach back far enough, and you're the only uncontaminated guy we can get. There are a lot of uncontaminated males further back in the past, but the device doesn't operate that far.”

  This seemed unlikely to me, but I'd let her keep talking. “I still don't see why you need me or any males. You seem to be doing an excellent job with the cloning.” I touched her smooth, perfect hip. Kissed her soft, perfect mouth.

  Her big eyes were sad. “We look good on the outside, but it's all falling apart. Clones live shorter and shorter lives because we never get an infusion of fresh blood. Humans were meant to reproduce with DNA from both genders, and we're able to create smaller and smaller broods of healthy babies with every passing generation. Worst of all, now the first traces of the virus are starting to pop up in females. More and more clone lines are being wiped out. Soon, there won't be any healthy lines left.”

  I didn't know what to say, so I waited.

  “You see why you're so important, Clayton?” She took my chin in her soft hand, the better to gaze directly into my eyes. “At the current rate of progression, the last human will die and humanity will become extinct at some point within the next two years.”

  Chapter 8

  I found myself walking down the hall. A glance at my phone told me I'd been returned to almost the exact minute I'd left.

  Brandy. I better hurry.

  A glance down told me I was all tucked in and zipped up. A pat at my head said not a hair was out of place. You wouldn't take me for a guy who'd just been rolling around in bed with an athletic brunette. Only the pleasant throb in my balls told me I hadn't imagined the whole experience.

  If it was an experience. If it wasn't something... else.

  I didn't feel drugged, though. Unlike the last trip, my head was perfectly clear. Apparently, a guy could get used to jetting around through space and time.

  You've done your part to save the galaxy. You've deposited your spunk into Dr. Darlene. Now it's time to focus on doing what you need to do to keep your job.

  I need to get that executive summary done for the general, or my job was toast.

  I walked faster.

  Brass Macchiato was an over-priced D.C. breakfast meeting kind of place with high, padded booths that offered the illusion of privacy. Brandy was already there and waiting at one of the big booths in a corner near the back. At breakfast meeting time, it would be reserved for one of the power players, but it was late enough in the morning now that mere mortals could g
et a booth.

  We both knew we'd be expected to clear out before the noon rush, though. The server wasted no time in dropping off our lattes and blueberry scones.

  Brandy was a different kind of girl from Darlene - pretty in a D.C. way, not a Miss Galaxy way. Slim and slinky, with rich auburn hair stacked high on her head in a ballerina's bun, she'd allowed only a few wisps to escape to form a frame for her wide green eyes. The single button left unbuttoned on her blouse barely exposed enough skin to show off the white-gold chain around her swan-like neck.

  She wasn't supposed to read the files she delivered, and I didn't presume she had since I didn't think of her as much of a rule-breaker. Instead, I wanted to feel her out about the gossip she was hearing.

  As we talked, I felt something long and slim reach between my legs. Hmm. That teasing touch could only be from Brandy's bare foot. She'd kicked off her pumps under the table and was now reaching out to tease me where it counted.

  Maybe she was more of a rule-breaker than I thought.

  “You know, Clayton, neither of us is actually in the Army.” Her green eyes looked innocent, but the curl of a smile at the corners of her mouth looked otherwise. “We could fraternize if we wanted to.” She emphasized this astonishing statement with several more rubs from her flexible foot.

  This was going better than I hoped. I leaned forward.

  “But there's one thing you need to know about me up front.”

  Uh oh. I sat back again.

  “D.C. is so conservative about sex, and if you're one of these guys who has hang-ups about a poly girl...”

  I leaned forward a second time. Of all the things I expected to hear from Brandy, I hadn't expected that. “You're poly?”

  Now a second bare foot had joined the first. The feet turned to catch the bulge in my pants between her high arches. “Poly and pan,” she said, her eyes holding steady as she gazed into mine. “You sure that doesn't freak you out? Because let's be clear, Clayton, I like you a lot, but I'm not giving up women for you or for any man.”