Aspirant: A Sci-Fi Harem Adventure

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by Whittaker, Maxx


  “Oh, my,” Mika says, so close that her hot breath sends a tremor through scaled muscles.

  “It’s kind of… Beautiful,” I say. I can’t tear my eyes away as it finishes unfolding.

  “Is that not customary?” Syl’s’ voice is muted, half buried in blankets. “No mate I have ever taken has ever remarked on it in such a way.”

  “You’ve had the wrong mates.” Before Syl can respond Mika dips in, daring, trailing her tongue through bright flesh. “Mmmmm,” she moans.

  Syl grinds her ass into the bed and the purr in her chest turns into a rumble.

  Damn. Can’t let Mika have all the fun. I lick up from the bottom, exploring, tasting. It doesn’t take long to understand Mika’s reaction.

  “Syl, you are delicious.” Like everything else about her, she’s just different enough that her taste is exotic, but familiar enough not to be jarring. She’s like perfectly ripe citrus fruit mixed with the musk of pussy, so good that my cock throbs in response. I want more, want to swallow every drop of what she gives me.

  “Genetically… Engineered… To be pleasing,” Syl gasps as Mika keeps working at her clit.

  I’ll explore that one later. For now, I resume my journey upward. Her trim flesh starts much lower than on a human’s, and I take it slow, pushing my tongue into her pussy as I travel upward to meet Mika. It slips into her warmth, and I push as deep as I can go, licking hard as I pull further upward, finding a ridge.

  Past it is… “Holy… Mika… She has two…”

  Mika draws back at my words, pulling a frustrated groan from Syl. “Two… What?”

  “You know…” I lick the wetness from my lips, shuddering at how good it is. I rock my hips to demonstrate, not sure why I’m so shy about saying it out loud. “Two!” I whisper.

  “No way.” Mika pushes a finger low, parting throbbing neon lips. Syl thrashes, but Mika doesn’t stop, keeps going, until her finger dips inside, pushing deep.

  “Keep going,” I say when she hesitates.

  She slides out, and then lower.

  And then in.

  “No… Way…” She gasps. “She has two vaginas.”

  I swallow a laugh at her frankness. “Yeah.”

  “Damn. Now I’m definitely jealous.”

  Syl grunts almost violently. “One for my people, one for others…” she says, raising her head. There’s something dangerous in her eyes. “Now, if you would use your tongues for something other than discussing my genitalia…” Her claws extend, just slightly, shredding into the bedspread.

  We swallow, half exhilarated and half terrified. I’m so hard it hurts, even so soon after finishing, and once again I wonder if there’s something a bit deviant in me that the threat of violence gets me as hard as servicing Syl does.

  Doesn’t matter. Mika turns her head so there’s room, and her tongue darts out in little licks, flicking Syl’s engorged bud. It’s bigger than a human’s, pushing free from her folds like a tiny button, and every time Mika brushes past it tears free little half growl half purrs.

  I join in, licking upward over and over, letting my tongue dip in and out of each of her holes as I go. They’re so different; the bottom is slick, soft, almost human, whereas the top is scaled, rougher, and much smaller. Each time I clear them I meet Mika at her clit where we capture it between our tongues, and each time we do, Syl comes clear off the bed almost shrieking.

  It doesn’t take her long, and when she cums, its shattering. Her body writhes, bucks so hard Mika has to pull back to keep from getting thrown off.

  I’m not so lucky. Syl’s thighs close around my head, her rough scaling hugging my face, trapping my tongue inside her. Her legs are so powerful, so unforgiving, that if not for the enhancements this place has given my muscle and bone, she’d break my neck. As it is, I keep working her, licking as her orgasm builds and builds. Her legs cup my ears, and with my eyes closed, the only senses that exist are touch and taste, the soft skin of her heat, its exquisite taste on my tongue.

  When it ends and Syl moans her last cry into a pillow she’s torn almost in half, she finally relaxes. I fall back onto my ass, reeling, dazed.

  “Wow,” Mika says. “Mating among your people must be… Violent.”

  Syl wriggles and doesn’t answer, almost like she can’t. She heaves a few breathes, her tongue lolling from her mouth and almost tangling in her blue hair. She laughs a little laugh of absolute pleasure. “No mate I’ve ever taken has pleased me in such a way. Has drawn such a response.” I grin upward, eyes covered by her forearm. “You two may have permanently ruined my species for me.”

  I’m okay with that,” I stay, standing. My cock aches, needs to be inside her. But I hesitate. Everything we’ve done so far is… Crazy. But this…

  I’ve always been sexually open. Exploratory. I’d call myself experienced. But even so, there are those moments you hesitate before you try something new and strange, like fucking a girl in public or trying anal. Times you weigh what you’re about to do before plunging over a cliff of discovery.

  But this is beyond any of that. Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve faced, how unbelievable all this is… All of it pales in comparison to the thought of fucking an alien.

  “Why do you hesitate?” Syl asks, eyes half lidded as she grinds her ass back and forth. The sight of her pussy, parted by her splayed legs and our tongues, is hypnotizing. “You are worthy. I am worthy. Take me.”

  “Allow me, “Mika says, leaning from where she’s perched next to Syl. “He just needs a little coaxing.” She grips me at the base of my cock and pulls, gently but inexorably, tugging me forward.

  I let her. I want this. God, do I want this.

  We pause, together, when my head parts tangerine lips. “Which?” I whisper.

  Mika ducks her head, biting her lip. “Why not both?”

  Fuck yes.

  I push into Syl’s top hole slowly and meet immediate resistance.

  “God, it’s so tight,” I breathe. The friction is incredible, and the hole meant for her people is scaled inside, almost like her skin but softer. It’s so hot it feels like it’s burning my throbbing skin, and the entrance is so small.

  “My people,” Syl gasps. “As I said, they are not… Equipped like you.”

  Mika laughs, still gripping me, still pulling me inside. “Hear that? Every guy’s fantasy.”

  “I don’t know,” I barely manage. Syl’s pussy squeezes tighter, milking me, before relaxing just enough that I finally slip deeper. My head impacts the back of her, and I’m not halfway inside yet. “Oh my God. It’s so… It’s too…” Her walls squeeze like a hand, driving through from my mind.

  I can’t pull free. She’s too tight. But I don’t want to. This is fucking incredible, crazy, so new. Instead I rock my hips, earning little moaning gasps. Mika’s fist still wraps my cock at the base, and she works me with the rhythm of my thrusts, biting her lip and watching.

  Something about her stare, how she can’t take her eyes from the sight of my cock buried inside Syl’s alien pussy is almost the hottest part of all of this. She glances up, sees me watching and winks. “I’m jealous, I have to admit.”

  I can’t answer, can’t form words or coherent thoughts. Syl’s pussy writhes around my cock, squeezing and releasing. “So tight… I can’t… Can’t…”

  “Sam,” Syl cries out, the S stretching long as she loses control. “Sam, oh broodmother!” Her voice raises octave after octave, finishing on a shriek when she cums.

  I’m not ready. Her body goes rigid and so does her pussy, squeezing me so tight it’s pain and pleasure all at once. With Mika milking me, it’s too much, and I cum hard against her back wall. My fingers grip Syl’s thighs, dig deep into her scaled flesh as I moan, pumping over and over into. Her pussy is so small, so tight that my cum erupts outward over the bed and my balls.

  How is there so much so soon? I pull free from Syl with a gasp, hating that I have to, but I can’t take the pressure anymore. My shaft pumps one last
time, spurting across her belly.

  She smiles lazily, stretching. “I knew you were worthy,” she whispers. Her tongue snakes outward, down between her little tits, gathering the droplets of my cum up. It retracts slowly, and when she swallows, her eyes close in bliss. “I tasted you when we met, and I knew it then. You two are delicious.”

  “He is,” Mika says with a mock pout. “You haven’t tasted me yet, though.”

  “Oh, do not worry, viera. We are not finished, yet.”

  With that, she reaches out and pushes. Mika falls back with an undignified squawk onto her ass. “What are you…” She trails off as Syl’s tongue darts out again, questing, tasting. She starts at the soft flesh of Mika’s thigh, licking up and in, circling up along her belly in a lazy path. Her head is at least a foot away from where she licks, and something about the distance, how she probes from so far away is so ridiculously sexy. So exotic and delicious.

  Syl’s face turns, watches me as the tip of her tongue dips low, and Mika cries out at is licks lower, across her clit. It trails lower still, gently probing between pink lips.

  “What… What are you… Ohhhhh God,” Mika moans as Syl pushes inside her. The alien winks at me as her tongue keeps extending, longer and longer, foot after foot, sliding deeper and deeper inside Mika. Inches of soft, mottled flesh push into her pussy, filling her. I watch absolutely rapt as Syl’s tongue extends further and further, deeper and deeper, until Mika’s stomach distends.

  “Oh my G– I can’t…. It’s too, it’s too much–” Mika shrieks, can’t speak anymore as she squirms against the bed. Syl finally stops pushing when she runs out of room inside. That’s when she starts to fuck her with her, pushing in and out, letting the long length of her tongue inside writhe and move and twist.

  The noises Mika makes aren’t human anymore. Her eyes are rolled back so far all I can see are the whites, and when she cums, I’m afraid she’s going to pass out. “Sam… Syl… I…. I….” Her words are mumbled, half formed around her moans as Syl works her, fills her, fucks her.

  It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  Syl’s still watching me. Her eyes drop low to my cock, it’s rigid length so close to her pussy I can feel her heat. There’s a challenge in her stare, and she raises her ass off the bed for me. What are you waiting for? Fuck me.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I laugh, gripping the tops of her thighs. I slide the head of my cock up and down, probing in and out of her two holes, raking it in long strokes from her clit to the base of her pussy. She’s so hot, so wet with her cum and mine that it’s fucking heaven.

  I’m as hard as a pornstar. God, I love these enhancements.

  Syl works her tongue furiously, earning a series of little shrieks. Mika’s thick body writhes against the bed, her delicious curves convulsing as she cums so hard I’m afraid it’s going to do permanent damage. Her tits bounce with the rhythm of Syl’s thrusts, and her stomach swells and recedes each time.

  I don’t stop, tracing my head upward over and over, sliding between Syl’s lips. I use my head to fuck her clit, and though we’re slick with each other’s wetness, it catches over and over until she cums, hissing, thrashing against me and the bed and anything else within reach.

  Her tongue pauses when she finishes, and Mika has a moment of respite. “It’s too much. I can’t… Too much… Please, oh God…”

  Syl laughs, pushes deeper, and Mika’s begging dies on a whimper of pleasure.

  I seize the opportunity. Syl’s distracted, and I thrust.

  This time I take her lower hole, and immediately feel the difference. It’s so much deeper, not nearly as tight, and I slide in with no resistance, so hard and fast that my balls slap her ass almost painfully.

  Syl gasps, eyes going wide. “Ohhh… So underhanded,” she hisses. “Taking me by surprise.” She bucks, tightens inside and tears a groan from me. “Shameful, that I might be taken so easily.”

  “Try to stop me,” I say, pulling free and thrusting again. Syl’s head falls back, and she closes her eyes, purring as I fuck her relentlessly. This part of her feels so good, still not quite human, but it’s so much softer and wetter, so much more accommodating. I pull fully free with every pass before hammering back inside, and in moments she’s crying out into her torn pillow.

  Somehow, as I take her over and over, she still fucks Mika. The outline of tongue under the flesh of her stomach writhes, and she’s been reduced to bonelessness. Her pussy twitches wildly as she cums for what must be the tenth time. She can’t lift her head, just mumbles nonsense words. “Sam… Syl… Can’t… Can’t…”

  I want to capture this moment in my mind forever. It’s the most incredible thing that’s ever happened to me, so unbelievable that my mind can’t fully grasp that it’s really happening. That I’m fucking this perfect alien girl while so much of her tongue is buried deep in Mika. That we’re sharing this moment of perfect pleasure and trust and love. It’s beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, and I never want it to end.

  But it must. There are limits that we can’t push beyond. Mika’s done, mindless with pleasure. Syl finally releases her, withdrawing her tongue. I’m close, so close, and watching her draw free of Mika while the smooth walls of her pussy slide along my length is almost too much. But not yet. I’m not ready, and neither is she. Her body is rigid and only her head and elbows touch the bed as I hook my arms under her knees. Each time I thrust, a little half moan half purr tears from her throat.

  Her tongue, still so wet from Mika’s pussy, snakes down between her tits and across her belly. She runs it hard along her own clit, moaning from deep in her stomach, before continuing to circle the base of my cock. She pushes further, snaking around behind my balls and cupping me tight. She watches as I moan at the new sensation, at her tongue wrapping me while I fuck her. Each thrust drives her tongue back and forth across her clit, and her moans turn to little shrieks as we get closer and closer.

  The position is the last pebble that breaks the dam. I push deeper inside her than before, crying out her name as she cums and wraps her legs around me. Her heels hammer my back so hard it almost knocks the wind from me. Her pussy writhes, clenches along with her tongue and it finishes me. I cum, one last time, pumping deep inside, lost in a moment of perfect pleasure as we cry out together.

  It’s over. I slump, dropping her to the bed as I fall next to her, pulling free of her pussy with a gasp. Her tongue retracts lazily, sliding up her body like she barely has the strength to move it. I have just enough left in me to crawl up the bed next to her and flop onto my back before my muscles betray me. I suck in deep breaths, trying to remember who I am, where I am, anything beyond Syl’s tongue, Mika’s mouth, Syl’s pussy, Mika’s cries.

  Syl rolls to her side, runs her fingers down my chest. Her claws extend the tiniest bit, biting into my flesh just enough to sting as they rake abused flesh. Her hissed breath paints my face as she kisses my ear, my neck, my cheek. “We should have done this sooner.”

  I laugh, reach out, rest my hand on Mika’s belly as Syl cuddles me.

  If this place is going to kill me, I almost wish it would do it right now.

  24

  Chamber 8

  Caretaker 7.908.6785

  Room Timer: 00:22:47

  WARNING: SYSTEM COMPROMISED

  COUNTERMEASURES ENABLED

  Wind buffets Astra as she stands high above the streets of New York City, watching the Shepherd hunt.

  It prowls through crowds of people, slicing through them effortlessly. There are no cries, no screams, no blood. Not as they tear each other to pieces like animals, not as the Shepherd culls them. Thousands of sundered bodies simply mist away into nothingness as its black blade cuts through them. They simply reappear elsewhere. Part of a trial that the Aspirants will never face.

  Millions of people fill the streets below, teeming, rippling in seemingly random patterns. This trial pulled elements of Mika’s memory and fears along with Sam’s hatred of crowds, one mirrored in
Syl. These bits and pieces created a test of pathfinding and organization. But Astra knows that, with their enhanced bodies and the weapons they’ve been granted, there still would have been no way to win this trial. Not that anyone’s ever made it this far to test that theory, but Astra’s no longer has any doubt.

  A ten minute timer? To navigate that?

  What a joke.

  How will she get them out? Astra doesn't know, yet. She’s a creature of routine, of programming, one not built for chaos and disorder. She’s spent her entire “life” enacting a strict sequence of events. Aspirants enter. They die. She watches and waits for the next set.

  Not this time.

  But the upheaval is confusing, frightening. The changes come so fast that she doesn’t know how to adapt. Doesn’t know what to do. She’s flipped a switch that cannot be unflipped, and now she has to deal with the consequences.

  She has to save them.

  On another level, this is breathlessly exciting. Ten thousand microcalculations per second keep Astra perched at the edge of a building dozens of stories tall, compensating for the violence of the wind buffeting her relentlessly. But the thought that they could fail, that she could fall and plummet hundreds of feet downward to smash into the pavement below… The risk of it… Even if she can’t really die…

  She takes a shuddering breath laced with exhilaration.

  Astra knows where the impulses come from. Elise. The memories arteried through her code. Her creator, before she’d died, was a strange juxtaposition. In her day to day life, she’d been a workaholic; staid, boring in the eyes of her peers. But on another level, she’d been a daredevil, a risk taker with desperate passion.

  Maybe that’s why she’d chased a man she had no future with.

  Sam. Is that why Astra cares for him?

  Is that why she’d kissed him?

  The memory of his lips on hers, however brief, burns like a flame inside her. On some level, without looking, Astra knows what the Aspirants are doing right now. How she longs to join them, to explore with them and to teach them the capabilities of her body. How she wants to feel Sam’s tongue and cock as they probe deep inside her, initiating pleasure protocols she both loves and hates that she’s been programmed with. Protocols she’s explored herself in lonely moments.

 

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