Aspirant: A Sci-Fi Harem Adventure

by Whittaker, Maxx

  She melts away, leaving Mika and I alone.

  “Think we can trust her?” I ask, fully aware that she might still be able to hear us no matter what she says.

  Mika’s eyes hold mine. “Yes. I do.”

  We exit the armory together, taking in our quarters for the next half day. “Still want to try some of that food?”

  “God, yes,” she says. She rolls her shoulders, and for a moment I’m dumbstruck. Her new armor fits her like a second skin; at least, what parts of her it covers.

  She notices me noticing, and somehow manages an intoxicating combination of raw sexual challenge, in her eyes, her slight grin, while still blushing and ducking her head shyly. “Come on,” she breathes.

  I have no choice but to obey.

  11

  Respite Area 1

  Aspirant #2239

  Room Timer: 10:58:33

  “Buy a girl a drink?” Mika winks, running a finger along a blue bottle at the food table. Thick droplets of condensation bead at her pass.

  “No way. I don’t want to go to space jail. You’re only twenty. No drinking, no bars.”

  Mika laughs, rolls her eyes. “Ignorant American. Twenty is the legal drinking age in Japan.” She sighs. “Not that I’ve ever been to a bar. Not for more than a few minutes, and that…” she pauses, looks down. “That didn’t go well.”

  “Well, in that case, let’s try… This one.” I carefully heft a red bottle stoppered with a dark black cork. Whatever’s inside bubbles madly, like champagne after it’s been poured.

  Mika saunters over with two fluted glasses, holds hers up. There’s a stillness to her, measuring, and her lips are slightly parted, her breaths rapid. We both know where this is going, has been going for hours, even if neither of us is saying it.

  This is just foreplay.

  She holds her glass up, but I push it back down with one finger. “Nuh uh. Not yet. Taking you on a proper date.”

  Mika laughs, turns full circle. “Oh? We’re just going to nip off to dinner and a movie?” Despite her joke, her smile is heart stopping, her face flushes with excitement.

  “You’ll see.” I’m not the most romantic person, have never been with someone who appreciated grand gestures. No rose petals leading to the bedroom or champagne hidden in the river for my girlfriends.

  Doesn’t mean I haven’t always wanted to try it, though.

  Mika almost bounces with impatience as I grab the edge of a nearby runner. It’s placed atop a table across from the food, and the only thing on top of that is a vase filled with a riot of violet and white flowers. I give an experimental tug, gently at first, to see if the runner is loose.

  “Ooh, I’ve always wanted to see this done properly,” Mika says, clapping her hands.

  I bow with a flourish, and then pull , a hard but smooth yank like I’ve seen in countless TV shows and films. The runner pulls free instantly, but instead of staying impressively still, the vase spins like a top, whirling dangerously before overbalancing and hitting the floor. It bounces away, not breaking, rolling down the tiers in the floor until it plops into the hot tub, leaving a trail of flowers along the way.

  I grin, bow again. “Just like the movies.”

  Mika bats her eyes. “So dashing.”

  I grab an assortment of portable delights; cheese and bread, somehow not stale despite being open to the still air; fruits, dried and fresh, including those incredible looking grapes; meats, succulent turkey and ham; truffles, chocolate dusted with what I hope is cocoa; and finally, two more bottles, one of something light that smells like wine when I open it for a sniff, and something dark like a good stout beer.

  I wrap it all up in the runner before hefting it over my shoulder. Mika watches the entire time, chewing her lip, but her eyes aren’t on the food. She watches me, breath husky, and I hurry as I pack. I’m not sure she’ll wait if I take too long.

  Her hand fits into mine and I drag her across the room. “Normally, I’d take you on a walk somewhere nice, the forest, maybe a bike path along a river at midnight.” As I say it, the lights dim, lowering until they mimic flickering candles.

  Thank you, Astra.

  Mika breathes deep, inhaling the scent of flowers and food. “Not quite the same, but I’ll take it,” she says. “What happens next?”

  “We’re attacked, held at gunpoint, as a masked thug demands our wallets. I smack the gun from his hand and defeat our assailant, valiantly saving your virtue, and your money. You pretend to ignore the fact that our mugger is one of my buddies from work, and swoon deep into my arms.”

  Mika nods toward Inferno, propped across the room. “Or maybe I whack him with my staff and save you .”

  “Hmm. Bob’s parole office probably won’t take kindly to him being exploded,” I say, slowing.

  Mika’s laugh dies in her throat as we arrive and I lay down my bundle. “Beautiful,” she whispers.

  The floor to ceiling windows stand before us, and on the other side of them? Eternity. Thousands, millions, of little stars wink and shine, framed by a massive purple and red planet below us. It’s much larger than Earth, just based on how wide is stretches below us. “Damn. How did we miss that?”

  “The angle,” Mika says, pointing down. “From back there, this would have been hidden. It’s… Incredible.”

  I shake my head. “Where the hell are we? How did we get here?”

  “I’ve tried not to think about it. We’re here, and whatever the hell is happening… Well, we’re here.”

  “Yeah. Kind of hard, though, when you’re looking at something like that.”

  Mika shudders, turns to me suddenly. She puts one hand to my chest and pushes me back, leaning against the window. “No more of that, not now.” Framed by stars, in her new clothes, she’s stunning, breathtaking. Her dark eyes never leave me, and whatever Astra did to her, she somehow smells like fresh cherries. “Philosophical musings on how the hell this happened can wait. I need a drink.”

  I’ve never poured faster in my life. I kneel, and she follows as I measure out two generous portions of something that smells like whiskey but is red as cranberry, and then watch helplessly as Mika’s cherry lips part around the rim. She knocks the entire thing back in one long swallow, then hands me the glass with a smug little grin.

  And then starts coughing like she’s swallowed lava.

  I can’t help but fall back on my ass, almost spilling my drink as I dissolve into laughter. She glares up at me, eyes wet, cheeks flushed. “You turn,” she manages, words already slightly slurred.

  “Fine, lightweight.” I tip her a mock salute with the glass, and then drain the alcohol in one swig.

  And immediately regret it.

  Mika’s eyes glitter as she watches me try not to lose composure. Forget lava, this shit burns like acid, a sensation that doesn’t end as it passes my tongue. I can feel it go all the way down. I’m about to jolt up, yell for Astra, ask why she let us get fucking poisoned when she said this place was a safe area, when suddenly the burn fades, disappears entirely.

  “Oh,” Mika whispers, eyes defocusing. “Ohhhh, man.”

  I know exactly what she’s feeling, because it’s hitting me, too. It’s as if the second it suffused my entire system, mouth, nose, sinuses, throat, and brain, it instantly diffused into my bloodstream. It’s like being drunk, but somehow, not… A drug? Mika’s face is crystal clear, focused, and my vision doesn’t swim, but everything is somehow far clearer than reality, defined, like the world’s in the highest HD of all time. Smells hit me, Mika’s cherry and sweat and roses, the food from the table, the flowers, a riot I have to shut out so it doesn’t overwhelm me. Sound is a thunder, her breathing and mine, faster and faster as we take each other in.

  I’m on my back. I don’t remember falling back. Mika’s over me, one hand on each side of my head. Her face is close, so close, eyes wide, only inches from mine. “Sam.” Her voice is quiet, almost inaudible, but whatever the alcohol did, I can hear her like she’s whispering in
my ear. “Sam.”

  Just one word, laced with all the meaning in the world.

  But she’s never done this before, never been with a man. This is so fast; I have to be sure. “We didn’t eat, the food, the picnic. Romance.”

  Her lips are so close to mine that I can taste the alcohol on her breath. “Sam. There’s nothing you can do here more romantic than what we’ve been through already. So please, shut up and kiss me.”

  I do.

  She doesn’t come down the final inch, so I bring her to me; her neck is slick under my fingertips as I drag her close, and our lips slip together in a kiss that stills us both. She doesn’t move for long seconds, and I don’t rush her. Every part of this is new to her, every movement and sensation something she’s never experienced. I won’t rush her, despite my already throbbing cock screaming to take her, rip the clothes from her body, to take her so mercilessly that the only word she remembers is my name.

  Instead, we’re completely motionless, not even breathing. Her lips are so soft against mine, so thick, delicious. I revel in her taste, in what I know is coming.

  After a moment, she gives a gentle suck to my bottom lip, followed by the tiniest nip of her teeth, and all hesitation is gone. We kiss, devour each other, every sense heightened by the drink. I can feel every pore of her lips, of her skin as my hands trace paths down her back, and when she rocks back, grinding down on me through our clothes, it’s pleasure like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

  Jesus. I’m not even inside her yet. This drink is dangerous.

  Her moans as she sucks, licks, trails wet little spots down my throat that drive me wild. She licks a path back upward, body dragging against mine, her hands hooking the bottom of my shirt as she comes. I sit just long enough for her to pull it over my head, and her mouth is hot, everywhere on me, and I yelp as she nips one of my nipples.

  “Mika,” I breathe. “Goddamn…”

  She finishes ripping my shirt free, throws it somewhere behind her. Then she sits, straddling me, clenches her ass slowly across the length of my cock. “Sam,” she says again, and fuck if my name on her lips isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. “I’ve dreamed of this moment, thought about what I’d do… I wanted this so long. And to have it now, with someone like you…” She bites her lip so hard it blanches. “I can’t think of any way this could be more perfect.”

  “What did you imagine? Did you touch yourself when you did?” The question is so forward I almost don’t ask, but fuck it… Shyness is out the window.

  Mika trails a hand down her stomach, down to her crotch, then further until her knuckles press at the base of my cock. She pushes, leans forward, tits swelling under her purple chest piece. “My cousin bought me a vibrator, sent it from New York.” She leans forward, gives my parted lips the tiniest lick before straightening. “My parents would have killed me if they’d known, but I hid it, only used it when they were out of the house or sleeping.” As she talks, she rocks her hips, back and forth, slow drags that bring me closer and closer. The sensation is almost too much, to powerful, and I’m already so close.

  “What would you do with it?” I whisper, digging fingernails into my hands to keep from finishing in my pants.

  “Aside from what you always do with one?” She gives a little shrug, a shudder as my length runs along the thin fabric between her legs. “I’d lay it just like this, just like how I have you now, propped on a pillow. I’d close my eyes and pretend it was real, pretend it was someone like you.”

  “Goddamn.” It’s all I can manage.

  Her eyes barely open, taking me in. “Like I said. I’ve wanted this for a long time.” With that, she reaches down, takes the bottom of her chest piece and the bra underneath in her fingertips, and then she lifts. She goes slow, and her full tits raise, dragged upward, before releasing with a perfect bounce that’s echoed in a long throb of my cock.

  It’s so strange, seeing her naked like this. Thanks to our nightmare awakening, there’s nothing of her I haven’t seen before, but this is so different it’s like seeing her for the first time. Her breasts are voluptuous, large and perky despite their fullness. Her skin is porcelain smooth, broken only by dark nipples that I run my thumbs slowly across. She gasps as they harden, drops her hands to my chest where her fingernails dig furrows.

  Her ass slides back again, and I’m so close; but I don’t plan on finishing like this. I’m not ready, want this to last, and definitely won’t finish before I make her forget that vibe ever existed.

  I grip her thick ass in both hands, squeeze, am rewarded by a low moan, and then a surprised shriek as I drag her forward, up my body. “Sam, what are you –”

  I silence her with a quick kiss between her legs. Despite it being through her clothes, I can feel the outline of her pussy, smell how wet she already is, soaked through the fabric and leaving my mouth moist. It almost takes me past the point of no return, licking her away from my lips.

  Hands still behind her, I push upward, gently, urging her to her knees over my face. She doesn’t speak this time, follows my silent prompts. I slide fingers up her ass, slipping my fingers under her gun belt and into her shorts. They come down easily, sliding taut over her ass, down her legs, and I have to pause then because the sight of her little pussy takes my breath. Pink and slightly parted, her glistening lips just barely poke free, begging for my fingers, my tongue. A perfectly trimmed thatch of dark hair tops it all, and the scent of her redoubles as I slide her shorts further down. Just they pass my face, I duck under them, pull them behind my head, and finish by sliding them to her bent knees.

  “Sam, oh God… Sam.” She wriggles, tries to raise a leg to finish taking them down, but I stop her, press my head back, lashing her to me, pulling her pussy to my face with the material. “Sam…” She groans as my tongue parts her lips, questing up into her pussy. She tastes delicious, a little salty, a little sweet, and that indescribable taste that I’ve never been able to put into words. But it’s all so intense, so powerful, so much more than it’s ever been, and I drink it in with a long lick from bottom to top, slowing as I near the hood that hides her clit.

  “Ohhh… Ohhh!” Her moan turns into a gasp as the tip of my tongue slides under, pressing, finding her little bud. She falls over me, going bonelessly to her hands and knees, my name a half formed, slurred exhalation as I press harder. I raise my neck to get closer, licking, sucking at her clit, gentle little pulls that take her closer and closer. I can tell it’s as intense for her as it is for me; her pussy spasms, clenches, and when it does, she tries to pull away halfheartedly, but her shorts beneath my head trap her against me.

  No escape.

  I can tell she’s close when she raises back up, rests her pussy hard against my face. I press my tongue straight up as she drags herself back and forth across my lips, my nose, my tongue, fucking my face, and each time she slowly drags, I find her clit. “Sam… Sam… Sam!” She yelps it over and over until her whole body tenses and she cums, clasping the sides of my head so tight with her thighs that all sound and sense cease to exist. She shudders on top of me, pussy hard against my mouth, and just as she starts to come down I lick, hard, a long pass of my tongue that drags hard against her clit.

  It sends her over the edge again, and her second orgasm is more violent, more prolonged than the first. Her moan is so loud I’m afraid Astra will appear to make sure nothing is wrong.

  When Mika finally shudders and stills, she falls back forward, still resting against my face. “God… Sam. I never… All the times I imagined, I…” She trails off, and then with some black magic manages to slide a leg upward out her pants, freeing herself. She slips down my body until we’re face to face again, eyes closed, breaths heavy. “I never knew. Never knew how good it would be.”

  “Not done with you,” I whisper, kissing her slowly.

  She returns it, so hard my head smacks to the floor, but she’s too busy licking her wetness from my lips to notice. She cleans me with long passes of her tongue,
paths that take her in and out of my mouth. Then she sits back, a wicked little grin on her face. “Your turn.”

  “No argument here,” I manage, but she’s already moving, turning her body, straddling me backward. Her back is long, her skin perfect, except… “A tattoo?” I exclaim, flabbergasted. On her shoulder is a tiny anime robot. It tugs at my memory, though I can’t place it.

  “Later,” she breathes, fingers already under the waistband of my pants. She tugs downward, and tattoo forgotten, I oblige her, raising my ass so she can yank my pants down. My cock drags down with them, then springs free, bouncing upward so violently I gasp, moan. Mika takes a ragged breath, and though I can’t see her face with her back to me, I can feel her pause as her whole body stills.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” she says. “Just… it’s the first time I’ve seen one… You know, not on the internet. Or terrified for my life,” she amends, and I can hear her little smile in her voice.

  I clench and unclench a few times, bouncing my cock, and she laughs. “Won’t bite,” I say, and I’m about to tease her a bit more, but the words are stolen as strong fingers close around the base of my shaft. She pulls upward, slow, then back down, and experimental pump that sends a pulse of pure pleasure down into my balls and my stomach. She releases, and it’s long seconds of agony as she reaches up to lick her hand, wetting her palm. She places the rough pad of her hand against my head, then runs it down the length of my shaft in another slow pass that almost makes me cum then and there before venturing further down. She fits my balls gently in her fingers, squeezes, pulling up against the base.

  “It’s incredible. Gorgeous,” she whispers.

  I’d laugh if I could breathe. I’ve never had someone call my cock anything close to beautiful before.

  Mika slides her ass along my chest so she can lower her head far enough to lick me, the tiniest dart of her tongue that takes the little drop from the tip of my head. She inhales, long and slow. “You taste nice.”