Aspirant: A Sci-Fi Harem Adventure

by Whittaker, Maxx

  But no. Who knows how long it’ll take to escape? If I really can get us out of here, I have to try. Now.

  I keep my eyes closed, shut everything out. Mika’s low breathing, her closeness. The autocannons pulsing in the distance. The sharp light, visible through my eyelids. I cast it all aside, try to find some kind of inner peace.

  I’ve never meditated, never felt any kind of inner Zen. I’m sure it’s great for monks or priests or whatever, and I’m not knocking it. I’ve just never been at a point in my life where I felt like sitting quietly in a dark room for an hour would be helpful to my mental state.

  I really regret that, now.

  My mind is a riot, of course. A thousand thoughts assail me. Worry, that we won’t escape; the memory of Mika’s pussy hot against my lips; Syl, the pain at her betrayal; Astra, watching, waiting, hoping we succeed but unable to interfere. The last hours has been nothing but panic and fear and death and pain, and sitting here now, trying to find some quiet inside myself feels impossible.

  Instead, I seize a single memory, try to focus on it. When I used the power before. Mika, about to die, a massive club about to split her head, falling with terrifying speed. How time seemed to freeze, how the power sprang to life from my soul; something I hadn’t felt before, something as much a part of me as my brain or heart. My desperation as I’d flung my hands out and sent everything I had inside me toward the scaag.

  Desperation. That was the key. Mika was moments from death. Nothing existed but my need to save her. The power answered my panicked need.

  I try to summon something similar, now. Direct it at the door. Reach inside as deep as I can. How does this work? This feels pointless. Where do I search for magic power inside of me? Does it live in my heart? My mind? My gall bladder?

  Fuck. Concentrate. Where does my soul live?

  Maybe wherever I will it to. I picture a chamber at the center of my chest filled by a roaring flame. Warm, sustaining.

  There. There’s something… Like a ball of light at the center of the flame. I’m so surprised that my little mental picture actually worked that my quarry almost slips away. How didn’t I notice it there? I try to grasp it with my mind, not even sure what the hell I’m doing, but fumbling anyway. I imagine taking it, flinging it forward like a wave of energy, tearing the door from the wall.

  It’s useless. The power, whatever it is, slips away from my grip over and over. I can feel it, can sense it, but absent the perfect clarity of my panic from before, it slides from my mind like oil through water.

  “Shit.” I slump back, fall against Mika. I didn’t realize she was so close, lost inside myself. “I… I can’t do it,” I pant.

  She lays her cheek against my bare back. I can feel every curve of her against me. It’s so damned hot, she’s almost unbearable, but I don’t tear away. “Well,” she whispers. “That’s that, then.” She kisses my back, her lips sticking momentarily to my moist skin. “Only one thing left to do.”

  Her words are low, husky. It’s pretty obvious what she has in mind.

  “Here? Now?”

  She uses an odd but adorable combination of her lips and chin to turn me around until I’m facing her. “Yes,” she breathes against my chest. “If this really is it… The end. If we’ve failed the Citadel… Well.” She’s quiet a moment, swaying in place. “I want to feel something, before the end. Feel your lips on me, your body inside mine.” Her lips trail up my chest, a little trail of kisses past my neck, my chin, until she stops at my lips. “I need you.”

  “I feel like this might be the spores talking.” It’s a weak protest.

  “No way. Well, maybe. A little?” She laughs, then stumbles to the door. “I see an alien over there. Pretty hunky. Nice scales.” She turns her back to the door, grins triumphantly. “Nope, don’t wanna fuck that guy.” She stalks toward me, her movements slow, languid, drunken, until she’s pressed against me again. “Just you .”

  Somehow, my backs at the wall. I don’t remember moving. Mika drops to her knees, buries her face against my skin. Her lips are hot against my stomach, and her little grunts are so goddamn sexy. I want to protest, tell her this is crazy, but I can’t find words as she tugs down the front of my pants with her teeth. She giggles as she struggles to pull them past my cock, already so hard when she pulls my waistband past it. She doesn’t release my pants until she pulls them further down, tucking them under my balls.

  Then she leans back, taking it in, and licks her lips.

  I open my mouth for one last protest. Some part of me, deep inside, that says we should be throwing ourselves at the door, shouting for the guards, trying to find some way to escape.

  All thoughts evaporate as she dives forward, taking my cock to the hilt, deep throating me so hard my head slams the back of her throat. She almost gags; I can feel her muscles protest just for a moment, and then she lets out a happy little mmm as she tightens her mouth and runs her tongue along my length.

  And then she goes to work.

  She pulls free until my head rests between her full lips, then comes back in long, sucking strokes that send waves of pleasure deep in my belly and tighten my balls. Her hair is still tied, cascading over one shoulder, and I have a perfect view as she sucks me off, takes every inch of me over and over. Her mouth is so hot, so wet, and I wonder how the hell she has any saliva left in the heat. But I don’t care. It so fucking good.

  This feels so illicit, her on her knees with her hands behind her back. Like I’m forcing her. Or she’s forcing me. I’ve never been into BDSM, never tied a girl to a bed or let myself be whipped. I have to say, I’m starting to see the appeal.

  Mika lets me slide free, stares up at me, eyes wide if slightly unfocused. “There,” she slurs. “Got you wet enough.” She straightens, still on her knees, rising until her tits are level with my cock.

  “Mika, help me… Your pants…” I gasp as she presses her chest against me. The strap at the bottom of her bra presses the base of my cock, and suddenly it’s hard to remember words.

  “Not yet,” she winks. She raises a bit further, as high as she can without standing, catches the head of my cock under the strap. Then she leans in, pushing my shaft against her body, uses it to slide me under the thin fabric. Trapping my cock between her tits.

  “There. Can’t use my hands, but gotta keep you in place.” Any response I can muster disappears as she leans her head low, licks the bead of precum from my tip. Then she lowers, a long, slow motion that pulls my cock between her perfect, soft tits. Then back up, milking me. Her bra strap holds me in place like fingers stroking up and down, and the cups hold her tight against the sides of my shaft. It feels incredible, brings me close to cumming faster than anything I’ve ever experienced.

  My head swims, and I can’t hold onto a thought. I wonder if the spores are already affecting me. If they are, I can’t make myself care. Her whole body runs along mine as she kneels and raises, and my cock, lashed to her, pulses once, a warning.

  Mika lowers as far as she can, so far as the strap strains at the base of my shaft. She pulls further, harder. “What… What are you… God, Mika. I’m so close.”

  She gives a throaty laugh, then pulls harder. What is she… Oh. Finally, the pressure is too much as she pulls harder, and her bra pops upward, freeing her tits. “Did you… Did you just use my… To take off your bra?”

  She just licks her lips.

  “You are some kind of sex genius.” My laugh turns into a moan as she mumbles something around a mouthful of my cock. My length is still between her tits, no longer trapped but still buried deep in her soft flesh. She pumps me, once, twice, before I cum explosively into her mouth. I gasp over and over, sharp exhalations that rip from me with each hard pump of cum into her mouth.

  She stares up at me, dark eyes wide, never breaking contact with her lips. Her gaze is warm, full love of love and lust, and I’m sure what I’m seeing isn’t the spores.

  She’s so fucking beautiful.

  When I finish, s
he sits back and licks her lips. “Never gonna get tired of doing that to you.”

  “God,” I say, slumping back. “That was… I need a cigarette.”

  “Kay. My turn.” She jerks her head. “Down.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” I slide down the wall, stretch my legs forward. “Uh, your shorts. How are we…”

  “Already thought of that,” she says, a wicked gleam in her eye. She reaches back, does something with the material at the back. It barely reaches past her ass, and between her legs they’re not much thicker than a thong, so I’m impressed though not surprised when she uses a finger to tug them to the side. Her pussy shines in the sodium light, already soaked.

  My cock throbs at the sight. I can smell her musk, raising in the hot air, and it makes my mouth water. The sensation of sliding my tongue between those thick lips is still so fresh, so vivid…

  She winks. “Looks like you’re already ready… Already.”

  “It’s the spores.”

  “I’m sure.” She loops one leg over mine, then does a little shimmy up me until she’s raised high above my cock. She pulls her shorts further to the side. Before she takes me inside, she leans forward, kisses me. Her lips play over mine, then she presses her tongue slowly into my mouth as she takes my cock into her heat. She whimpers into my mouth. “Never… Gonna get tired… Of that, either.”

  She leans her body into mine, falling against me so suddenly I wonder if she’s passed out. “Mika?”

  She moans, writhes against me. She doesn’t raise up or lift free. Instead, she grinds, front to back, angling my cock so it hits the front wall of her pussy. I’m long enough that it buries deep against her g-spot. Her little moans fall limply from her lips as they drag back and forth against my throat. “Sam… Sam…” She whispers it like a prayer.

  Her tits mound against me, nipples hard as they trace paths through my chest hair. She feels so perfect against me, and her thick curves were made for my hands. God, I wish they were free. I want to take her chest, run my fingers them down her belly, press at her clit as she fucks me. Her hair smells like sex and blood and roses, and the only sounds aside from the far-off percussion of guns are her whispered words and the wet swish of my cock slicking back and forth inside her.

  I watch the grate out of the corner of my eye, keep expecting someone to come in, interrupt. I swear, if someone does, I’ll kill them with my fucking teeth.

  Mika speeds up, and her moans turn to little gasps. Her skin is hot, feverish. She fucks me faster and faster, and her pussy tightens, grips me like it’s trying to squeeze the cum from me. “Oh God, Sam,” she says, so loud I’m afraid someone will hear it over the guns. I don’t care. She feels so fucking good. She never lifts, never lets go of an inch, and my head pushes deeper inside her over and over. She turns wild, biting my neck so hard it hurts, a pain mixed with pleasure that I didn’t know I’d love until her teeth ravage my skin. Her pussy moves like a piston, back and forth, speeding up until her belly tightens and she cums, screaming my name, deafening.

  She doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down, fucks me harder and harder. She cums again as her whole body shakes against mine, and she’s not even forming real worlds anymore. My cock throbs, needs to release again, is so close. She cums over and over, and each time she does her wet walls get tighter and tighter until they’re like a fist gripping my shaft.

  One last slam, so hard her ass bounces my balls, and I cum. I don’t know how I have anything left in me, not after what she did with her mouth and tits, but I do. I pump deep inside her, grunt and lick her neck as I moan and shudder at the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had.

  This only seems to drive Mika crazier. Now she does lift, fucks me relentlessly, bringing her ass up only to slam back down again and again. My cock responds, somehow, doesn’t soften even a little as it drives into her over and over, slicked by spit and her wetness and my cum. She’s still so tight, and impossibly, it’s getting stronger. The muscles of her pussy grip me so tight that if we weren’t lubed, I’d be afraid she’d injure me. As it is, it’s delicious torture, waiting for my body to recover while she cums again . I’ve lost count of how many times, more than twenty. Thirty. I don’t know. It’s like she’s locked in some kind of never-ending orgasm.

  The poison. Syl’s words, that it would drive her to mindlessness, that her only animal instinct would be to mate until she dies. Fear grips me. “Mika! Mika, are you…”?

  “Still here,” she moans. “Still me. But I can’t stop… Don’t want to stop… It’s like… Oh Godddd,” she cums again, teeth chattering with its power. “It feels so fucking good. So fucking good. I need more. I need… Ahhh…”

  I push the worry aside, just for a moment. If she’s still herself enough to enjoy this, even despite the spores…

  Like she can read my mind, Mika raises up, smashes her lips to mine so hard it feels like they’ll bruise. She doesn’t pull away, devours my mouth, fucks me with her tongue as I fuck her. Her body grinds up and down so fast it’s in constant motion, with no start or stop when she switches from pulling me out to pushing me in.

  It’s too much. I spill again, for the second time in just minutes, my cock bucking as we moan against each other. I strain against my bonds, want to wrap her in my arms, but they’re unyielding. I can feel my wrists bleeding at the effort, but the pain is a distant thing as I cum so hard my eyes roll back in my head. She finishes with me, one last, mighty orgasm that leaves her panting and boneless against me.

  We sit like that for long moments, unmoving, my cock still buried inside her. Her pussy trembles with little aftershocks before releasing slowly like spasmed muscles. Her breathing slows from desperate gasps to a gentle feathering at my chest. She’s so still, so quiet, that I wonder if she’s fallen asleep.

  “Mika?”

  “Love you,” she mumbles. “Sam.”

  “Mika, I…”

  “Don’t have to say it back. Just… Just met. But it’s not the poison. Just… Wanted to say it. In case this is the last time we touch.”

  Never in my life have I so wanted to pull someone closer, wrap them and never let go. She’s so incredible, so unlike anyone I’ve ever known. Brave and beautiful and so fucking smart. But there’s more than that. She makes me feel… Heroic. Cared for as I care for her. Makes me feel like I’d do anything, go up against any odds, for her.

  I can’t believe I’m about to say this. After everything I’ve been through, every heartbreak, every hurt. I thought this was done. That there was never going to be another chance.

  I just had to die.

  “I love you, Mika.”

  She snuggles closer, just as I realize that I’ve heard something new the last few minutes. Something that sounds like…

  “Fighting,” Mika says, weakly pulling away from me. She sways in my lap, still impaled and uncaring, tries to turn toward the door.

  “Mika, get up. We have to–”

  “Hmm.” The voice comes from the grate, darkening it. “This is the second time I’ve interrupted you in this position.” The door slides open, revealing Syl. She stands tall, our weapons strapped to her back, spattered with blood. She steps inside, and alien or not, her little smirk is easy to interpret. “If you do not invite me next time, I may get offended.”

  “Syl!” The two of us say together. Mika beams. “You came for us!”

  “Of course I did,” Syl says, helping her up. She casts a quick glance to my crotch where my cock still throbs.

  How? I’m not gonna complain about superhuman endurance, but this is ridiculous. Is it the poison? The levelling up?

  It doesn’t matter. I blush, squirm, but can’t get my pants up. They’re still trapped below my balls.

  Mika stares openly. “If erection lasts more than four hours, consult your doctor.”

  “Oh, God,” I say, laughing, almost giddy with relief. “With you around, that’s a danger.”

  Syl’s tongue trails out, the barest flick between Mika’s breasts, tasting
the spot my cock rested only moments ago. I harden further, somehow, as I watch. “Mmm,” Syl hums.

  Mika doesn’t seem bothered. She eyes me and licks her lips. Then she turns, pressing her lips to Syl’s slowly.

  Despite her frankness regarding “mating,” Syl seems astonished. She stands stock still as Mika gives her bottom lip a long suck. I’m just as surprised, and I can’t tear my eyes away as her tits pool and her nipples harden against dark scaling.

  There’s something desperately hungry, and frustrated, in Syl’s eyes as she takes Mika firmly yet gently by the arms and steps back. Her breath hitches before she can speak. “That was… Unexpected.”

  “Not really,” Mika slurs. “I mean, look at you.” She turns to me, grins at what she sees. “Look at him. Maybe you should…” She glances to Syl’s wrist pad. “I bet we have time.”

  Syl’s scales have flushed from dark blue to purple, and I’m sure that’s not a good thing if we want to get the hell out of here before we’re dead. And Mika’s no help at all. It’s up to me to be the voice of reason, but goddamn… This is like some crazy dream come true, and stopping it…

  A long tongue flicks out, tasting the air. It extends, down, toward my traitorous cock as she reaches back to shut the door. I’m so hard it hurts, and the thought of her tongue wrapping me in its warmth, flowing around me, pumping me with its soft length…

  Mika grins, watching.

  Syl is inches away. Why isn’t she stopping? She’s a warrior, knows that we need to get the hell out of here. What’s got into her?

  She inches closer.

  Fuck.

  “Syl!” I manage to gasp, wriggling upward and using my knees to hide myself. “We should… We need to go. Right?” Saying the words is about the hardest thing I’ve done in my life. My body is screaming yes, fuck yes, shut the fuck up, dude. But now that Syl’s here, we have hope of escape, and there’s no time to waste.

  Syl draws back like she’s snapping out of a trance. Mika groans in frustration.