Aspirant: A Sci-Fi Harem Adventure

by Whittaker, Maxx

  I smile, take her hand. “Be careful. Come back to us.”

  She stands on tiptoes, kisses me. It’s the barest brush of her liquid metal lips, surprisingly warm with almost no pressure.

  She pulls away and smiles at the others. “I will.”

  Her hand darts out, tapping a seemingly random button on one of the keyboards. There’s a series of rapid tones, almost like numbers on a keypad, and a white line splits the air near us apart. It expands sideways, opening into a door shape.

  Astra’s through it without another word. The door collapses the moment she passes through.

  We’re silent a moment, looking to each other.

  “Well,” I say. “This is getting more batshit by the second.”

  “Yeah,” Mika says, bending over to pick up Inferno. “I’m just happy to be out of that place.” She leans her staff in the corner, shoulders tensed. “She didn’t have a chance to answer, but… Why wait until now to help us?”

  I stare at the spot the AI disappeared. I can still feel her lips on mine, her gentle press. I touch the spot with my finger. “I think, maybe, that she’d had enough.”

  “Enough what?” Syl asks.

  “That place, the witches. What they turned into. The millions of people, keeping us pent in.” I sit heavily in the armchair, suddenly exhausted. “I’ve gone through it in my head over and over. Wondered what we did wrong. What we missed.”

  “There must have been something,” Mika says. “Maybe we went the wrong way?”

  “No, viera. That is not what he means.” Syl watches me, eyes narrowed. “I know what you are thinking. What if we did not make a mistake?”

  “There was no way to win?” Mika frowns.

  I run my fingernails over the worn leather, taking ridiculous comfort from something so mundane. “Yeah.”

  “But why? Why bring us here? Why level up our bodies? Why give us weapons and heal us and let us meet and fight together?” Mika slams her hand on one of the keyboards, eliciting another series of tones. She draws back, eyes wide, anger draining. But nothing happens, and after a few moments, nothing continues to happen. Mika shakes her head, then turns to me, quieter. “Why?”

  “I don’t know. Without knowing who created this place and why, there’s no way to tell.”

  “I have a feeling I know of one who might have the answers we seek,” Syl says.

  “Have to wait for her to get back, I guess.” I glance up to the monitors, watch the time tick down. Thankfully, the images of war and death haven’t returned.

  “A few hours of peace and quiet? After all that?” Mika laughs. A real, relieved laugh. It’s so hard not to marvel at how far she’s come, how controlled she is, compared to the girl I met a few moments after I died. After what we just went through, the uncertainty of the next few hours, Astra’s fear…. Her smile is still brilliant, heart stopping. “I can be okay with that.”

  “Yes.” Syl prowls the room, a quick search. Her tongue flicks out at random points, tasting, testing. She peers into the fireplace before reaching to touch the flame. “Not real,” she says when she notices Mika and I gaping. She continues her search, pausing again at the windows.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, standing reluctantly to move next to her.

  She taps the glass. “Searching for threats. In this place, I trust nothing.” She gives me a sideways glance. “Almost nothing.”

  “Your assessment?”

  “Safe.” Syl runs a claw down the glass, digging the tiniest of scratches in its perfect surface. “As long as we stay inside.”

  I shudder and turn away from the infinite dark. “I’m good with that.”

  Behind us, Mika trails her hand along a row of post it notes. At least a hundred of them overlap, and on them is an incredibly complex diagram filled with notes and mathematical equations that are way above my pay grade.

  “What do you think it is? I’m not much of a math guy.”

  “This is way beyond anything I’ve ever messed with,” Mika says, peering at a spot particularly dense with… something. “At least part of it is code. And something about… memories? Memory implantation?”

  That stops me cold. “Say that again?”

  “Don’t worry,” Mika says, turning. “I don’t understand much of it, but I’m reasonably sure this has nothing to do with us or this place.”

  “Then why is it here?” Syl asks. “It must have a purpose.”

  Mika shrugs. “Another mystery.”

  Something about the place feels so much more real than the rest of the Citadel. “Look at this room. All the little touches,” I say, poking a tiny flower made of wire and cloth. It sits in a little glass vase on a desk, and it’s old. Its petals are worn by countless fingers stroking, rearranging. “This place was real, at some point.”

  “A memory?” Syl asks.

  “That’s my guess. Maybe one of Astra’s?”

  “But if she was created to inhabit this place, to administer it…”

  Shit. “Yeah, that doesn’t make sense. Blah. I don’t know. This is all just guesswork.”

  “It doesn’t matter,” Mika says. “Not now. As long as it’s not part of one of these tests.” She rests her back against the wall. The hushed lighting casts her thick curves in shadow, drawing my eye along them in the best ways. Her little purple “armor” seems tighter, somehow, than before, and it covers so little. If not for the fact that we’re constantly fighting for our lives, I’d never be able to take my eyes off her.

  Her little smile is wicked as she watches me take her in.

  I cough. “I seem to have forgotten what we’re talking about.”

  Mika casts a furtive glance to Syl. “That’s the point.”

  The alien’s eyes dance, as mischievous as I’ve ever seen them, and she strides across the room, turning when she’s shoulder to shoulder with Mika.

  They’re up to something. It’s hard to care. Syl couldn’t be more different than Mika; petite, athletic, her indigo scales shining dully. Her tongue whispers out, licks her lips as she stares at me.

  I’m in trouble. “What are you two up to?”

  Like magic, they’ve covered the short distance to me, gripping my arms. They’re gentle, but insistent, and whatever’s about to happen, I get the feeling I’ve got no choice in the matter.

  Not that I want to fight them off. “What did you two talk about before you found me back there?”

  Syl giggles. She giggles .

  The bed impacts the back of my legs, and with a slight shove from the girls, I’m on my back. Mika winks. “Let’s just say…”

  “…that we have agreed on a few… mutual interests,” Syl finishes, slowly retracting her claws. Her fingers dart in quick as lightning, tugging and my pants, and faster than I can process they’re undone and she’s pulling them off me.

  “Mmm,” Syl hums, and once again, I hear the little cat’s purr from deep in her chest. “I must admit, I have been… Distracted, thinking of this moment.” She falls to her knees, runs a finger down my hardening length. It’s the barest touch, but it’s like lightning as her pebbled skin creates delicious friction. “And so much larger than my people’s.”

  Mika’s drops next to her, watching avidly. “He’s bigger than most of my people’s, too.”

  “I… Ah…” Two ridiculously gorgeous women on the knees before me, stroking my ego, and suddenly I’m stumbling over my words like someone who’s never seen a naked girl before.

  “What is customary among your people?” Syl asks.

  Mika colors, just slightly. “Let me show you.” She leans forward slowly.

  I have the sudden memory of her covering her naked body, yelling at me not to look, just a few days ago. And now she’s on her knees next to an alien about to demonstrate the ‘human method’ of sucking cock. I shake my head.

  “What?” she says, pausing just millimeters from my head. Her hot breath paints my length as she looks up my body and hesitates.

  “Nothing, oh god
, nothing. Don’t stop.”

  Her smile is one of absolute satisfaction as she dips low. Her lips slip around my cock, so soft and wet. Her eyes never leave mine as she takes me deeper and deeper, not stopping until I hit the back of her throat and her lips wrap around the base of my cock.

  I hold her gaze, don’t want to break this moment, but god damn, it’s hard. It feels so fucking incredible. She’s so warm, her mouth so perfect as she gives me a little suck. All thought flees, all rationality, and all I can do is experience this moment.

  Syl watches, her big eyes taking in every detail, her breathes low and heavy. “Fascinating.”

  Mika can’t hold me so deep for long, but it’s clear she doesn’t plan to. She slips her fingers around the base, and then starts sucking in earnest. Long, wet strokes in and out, taking my entire length over and over, pulling her grip with it, slicked by her saliva.

  It’s incredible, beyond words, made so much better by her enthusiasm. There’s no hesitation, no pause to her rhythm. She closes her eyes as she sucks and works me. Her grip perfectly tight, and I’m already so fucking close.

  A touch at my thigh, the grip firm and unyielding, almost painful. Syl. She watches Mika, studies her movements with lips barely parted. I can feel her need as her fingers massage my flesh, as she gets worked more and more into a frenzy. The way she watches Mika’s mouth work my cock is so hot, like she’s taking in every detail for study while getting off on it at the same time.

  I’m so close. Mika must be able to tell by my breathing because finally, she pulls free. It’s so sudden and the chill air on my wet cock so abrupt that I moan in frustration.

  “There,” she gasps, rocking back so Syl has room. “Nothing to it.”

  My cock throbs, bounces. Syl licks her lips. “So I see.” Then she grins, showing her little fangs. “I’m afraid that method may not be safe for a human. His vulnerable parts aren’t protected like my people’s.”

  “Wait,” Mika laughs. “Your men have scaled…”

  “Yes. We are very hard to damage, and to kill. But the tradeoff…” She grips me like Mika did, low along my shaft, and pumps me once. It’s entirely different than before, and while her skin is soft, there’s toughness to it, so much more friction. I gasp, almost cum right then. “…is that our men feel far less pleasure than yours,” Syl finishes, watching my reaction in fascination.

  “Sucks for them.”

  “Yes.” Syl bites her lip. “But no sucking for Sam. But we have other methods.”

  “Wait, what other–”

  My words die on a ragged gasp as her tongue flicks out like a spear. It slows just as it reaches my cock. It licks up its length, as dexterous as a finger. It’s almost too hot, wet with her spit and Mika’s. It feels almost like a cat’s and is thicker and stronger than a human’s, and although it’s slicked it still drags along my skin. A sharp lance of pleasure stabs into my gut.

  “Ohhhh fuck,” I moan.

  “Damn,” Mika says. “I’m jealous.”

  “Watch,” Syl says, her word somehow perfectly formed around her extended tongue.

  It stretches further, lengthening as more and more of it leaves her mouth. Slowly, she wraps the entire length of my cock, starting at the bottom before looping around and around until only the head pokes free at the top.

  It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. Her tongue is wet, malleable, and softer than skin; so strong it’s like a dozen fingers gripping me. As it spirals around, the pleasure is almost unbearable and I can’t speak, can barely think. Every nerve of my shaft is on fire. There’s nothing but her tongue enveloping me, turning endlessly as it works me. The pleasure is continuous, never-ending; entirely unlike being sucked or fucking, where it’s timed with each thrust or lick. It just goes on and on, and I have to fight to watch, to not fall back bonelessly.

  Mika’s eyes are wide as saucers. “Oh wow. Holy crap.”

  I can only groan in answer.

  Syl pauses. “Now, together.”

  Mika blinks. “What? Oh!” She dives in, takes my head between her lips.

  The moment her closes her mouth around me, Syl goes to work. I don’t know how she does it or how it’s fucking possible, but each loop of her tongue works in opposite directions. Her length grips and flexes, flowing backward and forward at the same time before reversing. The pressure is intense, constant.

  I’ve never felt anything like it, not even close. It’s too much, almost, like she’s torn the door off the pleasure center of my brain. She works me relentlessly, and for an eternity there’s nothing but her tongue destroying all rational thought, all memory.

  Mika reaches low, grips my balls just tight enough that everything heightens and becomes stark. Watching them work together, Syl’s eyes closed sitting slightly back as her tongue bridges the gap between her lips and my cock while Mika works me with her lips tight around my head… It’s so far out of the realm of anything I’ve ever imagined. I have the fleeting thought that I’m the luckiest motherfucker alive before Mika sucks harder at the tip. It’s perfectly timed with Syl gripping tighter, harder, and all ability to think remotely straight deserts me.

  I finish, spilling down Mika’s throat as she holds tight with her mouth, taking every drop. I cum harder than I ever have, and it’s so intense that I can’t hold myself up as I fall back to the bed. I don’t recognize the animal noises I make, just know that nothing exists but the pleasure pulsing deep into my belly. Of Syl’s tongue dragging more and more from me, more and more that Mika takes.

  And then it’s over. My body quakes with aftershocks, and I suck in the first breath I’ve been able to take in what feels like an eternity. My cocks till bucks in Syl’s grip, and she gives it one last squeeze before gently retracting her tongue.

  The two of them sit back, heaving, as I lay and try to assemble something like thought. Remembering my own name is a monumental effort.

  Somehow, I get to my elbows.

  “Oh my God,” I gasp.

  Mika’s grins, ducks her head. A little drop of my cum rests on her ruby lip. Syl’s tongue darts out, gathers it. Her eyelids close at the taste before she pushes it into Mika’s mouth. Syl follows it, kissing her. I can only watch, entranced, as the alien pulls her top free, as Mika’s tits bounce into her hands. They devour, as desperately hungry for each other as they were for me, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Which is saying a lot, considering I just watched an alien give me a tongue job.

  Finally, they pull apart, laughing and biting.

  Please, please let this never end.

  Syl rolls her shoulders, stretching. It does incredible things to her body, and her scales glitter like an exotic jewel. All I want is to touch every part of her, to memorize every inch of her body with my tongue.

  She sees me watching, smiles. “You taste… Different, than what I expected.”

  “Good, though, right?” Mika says, running her hand along dark scales.

  “A good scientist never settles for a sample size of one.” She licks the same spot at Mika’s lips. “I require more testing.”

  I can barely laugh. “I volunteer as tribute.”

  “But not yet. No…” She stands, turning, and plops down on the bed next to me. “Now, the two of you will engage in physical combat for the right to mate with me.”

  I stand shakily with a hand from Mika, really laughing this time. She joins me.

  Syl doesn’t.

  I hesitate. “Wait, what?”

  She writhes on the bed, showing off every inch of her rippling curves. “It is customary, among my people.”

  “Who are we to argue with custom?” Mika says shrugs, a wicked gleam in her eye.

  “Fine with me.”

  Our lips meet with such force that it hurts. I don’t care. All I know is that I need this, her touch, the feel of her mouth on mine, her hands at my chest. My shirt comes away with no resistance, and we barely part as rough material interrupts our kiss. Her tits are heavy in my hands, and I work
her nipples with fingers wet with her sweat and mine. She moans into my mouth and I swallow it. She tastes like sweat and cum and strawberries. How? I don’t care. I strip her naked, never breaking contact as her tongue rakes my teeth.

  Heavy breathing, from next to us, almost rhythmic. Suddenly Syl moans, so loud I’m sure she’s cumming. Mika and I finally break our kiss and look down.

  I expect to see a long finger stroking deep between scaled legs, but instead, one hand is splayed in the bedspread, her grip so tight her knuckles are blanched white. The other caresses her breasts, gripping tight, rolling her…

  Nipples. They’re bright orange, almost neon, stark against her dark blue skin. “You have… I thought…”

  Syl chuckles. “That I did not have any? Of course I do,” she says, emphasizing her words by flicking one hypnotically. “They are protected, like the rest of my… Softer areas.”

  I can barely breathe, and my eyes dart between her legs. There’s nothing but unbroken, beautiful scaling. “Softer areas?”

  “You will see, if you are victorious,” she grins, nodding to Mika.

  “Oh no,” I say, falling to my knees between her legs. “It’s time for some human custom.”

  “Yes,” Mika says, climbing onto the bed and straddling Syl backward so her face is near mine. “There are more important mysteries to solve, here.”

  “This is not customary,” Syl protests from behind Mika’s ass.

  I run my fingers along the plating at her crotch. It’s smooth, almost unbroken. But there’s something… “Here, feel this.”

  Mika’s head drops low, and she runs her tongue in a long stroke, following the path of my finger. Syl’s little protests go quiet. Mika into my eyes. “I feel it.”

  There’s a vertical slit, so hidden it’s invisible to the eye. I run my tongue along it, feel its shape. Mika’s tongue meets mine in the middle, and when we touch we play, kissing and biting at each other. Syl tastes like cinnamon and fruit and Mika’s tongue, and we work her, licking slowly, probing until…

  With a gasp, Syl opens like a flower turning towards the sun. Like her nipples, her pussy is almost electric orange, so bright against her dark cobalt scaling. The slit parts and it emerges, her little folds longer than a human’s but so much more delicate.