Aspirant 2: A Sci-Fi Harem Adventure

by Maxx Whittaker

  “One of what?”

  “Eyeball. Searching for something.” We poke our heads over slowly.

  She’s not lying. A floating eyeball, glistening and grotesque, floats down the street below. Its enormous pupil swivels and rotates as it looks into doorways and windows. “Is it searching for us?”

  “Good bet,” Mika says. “I’m not going to take that chance.”

  “Amen. Have any come up this high?”

  “Not yet. I’ve only seen one other, but they don’t seem to be able to fly at will. They’re not very big, either. Maybe a low-level mage made it?”

  Below, a doorway opens and a woman stumbles into the street clutching a bottle of something definitely alcoholic considering her staggered walk. The eyeball zips up to her and red light bathes her body. She cries out, covering her eyes and dropping her bottle, but the eyeball’s glow only lasts a moment before it moves on, apparently done with her.

  “Not the droid it’s looking for,” Mika whispers.

  “Yeah.” I shudder. “Creepy.”

  Mika shies away from the edge, shivering. “I hate this.”

  Time to unleash my secret weapon. I pull the bottle of wine from the back of my belt and pull the cork with my teeth. Mika applauds as I spit the stopper out and hand her the bottle. “Back to more important matters. We were talking about how you single-handedly drove off those thugs?” I tap the cool glass. “You had a genuine badass lurking underneath that shy exterior and you never knew it.”

  She takes a long look at the bottle before sniffing it. “Mmm. And thank you. You make it look so easy, you know.”

  “Me?” I ask as she takes a long swig.

  “Yes,” she coughs. She wipes her mouth before taking another look at the bottle. “Goddamn, what is this? It smells like merlot and hits like whiskey.”

  “Something the former squatters left behind. I found it in the kitchen. I don’t think Wick will mind, and if he does?” I grin. “Interest payment for the whole ‘tried to murder us’ thing.” I take a sip myself, and I can feel it hit as it burns its way down my throat. “Thank God for fake videogame alcohol. And how so?”

  “How so?” Her eyes look a little swimmy. “You’re gonna have to slow down, chief.”

  “How do I make it look easy? What do I make look easy?”

  “Oh. That’s easy,” she says, giggling. “Being heroic no matter what shit this place… These places… Throws at us. Throw at us.” She hiccups. “Jeeze. Am I that much of a lightweight?”

  “No,” I slur, “it’s definitely not just you. This shit hits like a truck.” I snap the cork back to me from where it’s rolled, lassoing it with my mind. I almost miss it as I yank it to my outstretched palm, but save myself the embarrassment by hooking it at the last second before popping it back into the bottle. “Save that for later. Damn.”

  Mika plops down on a nearby bench, patting the seat next to her. “There’s no way I’d be here without you, Sam. You know, that, right?”

  “Shut up, baby, I know it.”

  Mika laughs and slaps the bench this time. “Get your ass over here and keep me warm.”

  I pretend to fan myself. “You kidding? It’s perfect out here. Maybe a little balmy.”

  Mika’s eyes narrow. “I can make it a lot hotter, you know.”

  “Jeeze, give a girl magic powers and she goes all Cersei Lannister on you.”

  “Nah. She’s a behind the scenes mastermind type. I’m thinking I’m more a Kill Bill type girl. Gettin’ in the shit with you. Knee deep in the dead action.” She smacks her lips lazily. “Though, Cersei got one thing right. I will take more of that wine.”

  I finally sit, chuckling, and hand her the bottle. She uncorks it and takes another swig, far more measured this time, before thunking it down next to us. “So, what’s next? You guys make a plan?”

  I run my finger around the rim in a slow circle. “Nothing more than you heard earlier. Hopefully Wick’s contact on the Docking Spire can send him in the right direction. Until he comes back, we’ll have to just… You know. Enjoy each other’s company for a few days.”

  “Oh, that sounds like torture.”

  “Not sure how we’ll stand it. Anyway, after we get out, we make our way to the Threvian stronghold, bullshit our way in, and somehow upload ourselves to Homeworld.”

  Her eyes follow my finger, hypnotized. “Considering the past couple of days, I feel like there’s a lot of screaming and blood missing from that story.”

  “I hope not. But you’re probably right.”

  “You know, we could be dead tomorrow,” she says, head listing toward me drunkenly. She takes my hand from the bottle and raises my outstretched finger to her lips.

  “If you’re going for one of those I don’t want to die a virgin things, I thought we took care of that back on the Citadel.” Despite teasing her, my breath is suddenly quick and my cock thickens in my pants.

  “Oh, no. Nothing that cliché,” she whispers. “I just really want fuck you, Sam.”

  Okay, now I can’t breathe at all. The leathers Astra made for her are so tight, and her tits heave like they’re going to burst through with each of her gasping breaths as she brings my finger closer to her thick lips. Her mouth is warm as she takes me knuckle by knuckle, sucking slowly as she takes every inch of my finger and presses it deeper.

  “Jesus,” I moan. I grab the bottle with my free hand. “Get the feeling I’m gonna need another hit before we get started.”

  She frees my finger with a last hot lick before grabbing the bottle from me. “Nah. Let me.”

  “What do you–”

  I trail off as I watch her take another long sip, but this time, instead of swallowing she leans forward. Her lips are wet and so soft as she kisses me. I still don’t grok what she’s up to until delicious, burning liquor passes from her mouth to mine. I swallow and the wine burns its way down my throat and carries my mind away as we lick and bite, as I press my tongue deep into her mouth and she sucks it like it’s my cock.

  Finally, she draws back wearing a smile of pure satisfaction. “Need any more?”

  “No way,” I manage, aching to free my shaft from where it strains against Astra’s material. “I want to remember this.”

  “Hey, yeah,” she says, sitting back in mock outrage. “How come every time we fool around you get me drunk? You tryna say something?”

  She’s so goddamned gorgeous, back arched with hands at her hips. And so adorable when she’s drunk, all mock seriousness ruined by her half-focused eyes and the fact that she can’t quite sit up straight.

  I dive after her, pinning her to the bench as I bury my lips at her ear. “Hey, touching that sex tree wasn’t my idea.”

  “Oh, God,” Mika moans. “That was… like… the best near-death experience ever. I would pay a lot of money to fuck you like that again.”

  “Good to know you need tree spores to be satisfied,” I tease, biting her earlobe.

  She yelps, laughing. “No way, Sam. The tree definitely heightened everything, but this,” she says, hand cupping my cock, “is all this girl needs.”

  “Good, because I’m about to–”

  I don’t know how I hear it over Mika’s moans and my grunts as I thrust my shaft against her hand. The scraping of the rooftop’s doorknob, slowly turning.

  Someone sneaking up on us? Using the distraction that is each other to try to take us out? A stranger? One of the other girls?

  It doesn’t matter. Nothing’s going to interrupt this. Not now. My mind snaps out and takes hold of a massive planter close to the door. I moan as Mika works my cock and almost lose concentration, but with a savage burst of strength that’s as much sexual tension as it is power I shove the planter across the tiles. It slides across the rooftop like it’s been launched until it smashes into the closed doorway, blocking it.

  It’s loud as hell, and Mika’s eyes snap up. She opens her mouth to question, but I silence her with a kiss that drains the new tension from her. Someone poun
ds at the door for a moment, sharp reverberations that match Mika’s strokes through my pants. Finally, whoever it is gives up, and I barely make out a sharp curse as they turn away to go back downstairs.

  I pull away and smile at the question in Mika’s eyes. “Unwanted guest.”

  “Oh… that could have been one of the others. Are you sure you don’t want them to join?” Her smile is almost shy, like the idea isn’t unwanted, but she’s holding something back.

  “No, not this time. This time, I just want you.”

  It’s obviously the right thing to say. She finally releases my aching length and grabs my shirt with both hands. After a minute, she growls. “How the hell do I get this… Off… Shit,” she swears, still struggling. “There’s no buttons or anything. If we have to go get Astra so we can get you naked, I’m gonna–”

  With no warning, my clothes suddenly melt away. I gasp as the night air blankets my skin and Astra’s material puddles on the ground below us.

  “Whoa,” Mika giggles. “Okay, that was awesome.”

  I sit back, motioning her up. She sits, reaching for my cock, but I shake my head. “All the way.”

  Mika blows hair out of her eyes and stands unsteadily. “Okay, what now?”

  I scooch til I’m sitting in front of her and run my hands down her leathers. “How does this work? Did you find a button or something?”

  She gives me a shrug that does amazing things to her trapped tits. “No. I just said that I wanted you naked, and it… Just kinda happened?”

  “Worth a shot,” I say. “Pose sexy for me.”

  “Wha?” She laughs. “How? I don’t really… I mean…”

  Goddamn. I love that I can still fluster her after all this. “You know. You’ve watched plenty of nakey movies in your life. Gimme a little of this.” I thrust my chest out, run my hands along my pecs.

  “Ohh, I getcha, tiger.” She winks. “But I’m thinking something more like this.”

  The rooftop’s edge is still close, and she turns her back to me, bending over at the waist until her elbows rest on its edge. She thrusts her ass out and spreads her feet, then makes a twerking motion.

  I almost forget my own name. Her ass is incredible, so thick and round that my hands ache to cup it. I’m not sure I knew what a ‘heart shaped ass’ really was until now. She bounces it up and down, grinning at me over her shoulder through a veil of black and purple. My cock throbs with every movement.

  “God… damn…”

  She wiggles back and forth. “You gotta say the magic words if want all this.”

  I take a shuddering breath. “Astra, help me out here?”

  Magic words is goddamned right. Before I’m done speaking, Mika’s clothes silver and melt, sliding across her perfect skin like mercury. Metallic rivulets shimmer in the dim light as they drain away, and I don’t think I draw a single breath as inch after inch of Mika’s exposed to the warm night. Threads of Astra trail down Mika’s ass and between the plump lips of her pussy, and the sudden scent of her musk is an electric shock to my heart.

  “That’s better.” Mika spreads further, and her labia are so wet that they stick together a moment before parting. The wan light paints every bit of her in shadow so that half of what I see is imagination and memory, and it somehow makes this so much better. “Now, if you–”

  I can’t wait, not a single moment more. I stand and in one long step clear the distance before us. My hands find the plump cheeks of her ass as my cock presses into her in one long stroke that transforms her words into a noise I’m not quite sure is human. She’s so hot, so perfectly tight, and as my balls slap her clit and I bury myself completely in her, I moan so loud I’m sure people in the street below can hear me.

  Mika gasps, collapsing to the rail. She shudders, her whole body convulsing as she cums against me, and her pussy tightens around my cock so powerfully that I fall over the edge myself. I groan from deep in my gut as waves of pure pleasure spread into my belly, as my cock pumps against the back wall of her heat. It’s so good, so sudden and intense that I almost collapse over her and my legs feel like jelly. My cock keeps bucking as cum spurts deep inside her. My orgasm seems to last forever.

  So does hers. She whimpers against the bricks of the rail, eyes closed and half hidden behind the veil of her hair. “Sam, Sam, Saaaam,” she moans as she cums again, and I can’t tell when her first orgasm ends and the second begins.

  We stand like that, joined in pure rapture for I have no idea how long. We come down together, too, and I lean over her, kissing sweat from her back without unsheathing as we still and try to catch our breath.

  “Well,” Mika says, voice almost inaudible, “that answers that question.”

  “What… What question?”

  Mika squeezes, pulling another gasp from me. “Wasn’t sure if my boring old human pussy was good for you anymore.”

  “You doubted?”

  “Sam, you’ve been with an alien. She’s got two of these,” she says with another press at my cock. “One of them is genetically engineered to pleasure other species.” She pulls free, just a little, before pushing back against me. We’re lubricated by cum now, and she there’s no friction as my cock works in and out of her. “You’ve been with an AI that can transform into anything she wants. Into cartoons. Shit, she can probably change this,” she says with another little thrust, “as she’s fucking you. She’s built to satisfy any desire you can think of.” A last pull, almost to my head, before shlicking back along my length. “How’s a poor Earth girl with regular old Earth biz supposed to compete?”

  I haven’t been able to answer all this time, not with everything she’s doing to me. But I do, now, drawing back before thrusting in savagely. My balls smack her, delicious pain that makes her whimper. “Mika, you… This… It’s perfect.”

  “Good. I don’t want to have to find some potion shop so I can grow tentacles or something.” She wiggles back and forth which is a different kind of torment. “I’m becoming pretty happy with what I’ve got.”

  “You should be.” I squeeze her ass, kneading it and loving how her warm flesh fills my palms. “I don’t have the right words to tell you how hot, how perfect you–”

  We both still at the same moment. I’m not sure how we know, how we simultaneously realize. Maybe it’s some survival sense honed by combat and near-death experience. Maybe it’s something else.

  We’re being watched.

  Obsidians? Someone else?

  “Where?” Mika whispers.

  I cast my senses out, searching with my power. My mind blankets the area, cataloguing and rejecting people instantly. People below us, or in buildings that surround us, are out. They have no line of sight, no way to know we’re even here. There are people in the building across from us, dozens of them, but they’re going about their business; most are sitting or sleeping, and a few are even having sex. But none are paying us any attention.

  I don’t move, and it feels strangely incredible and vulnerable to still be balls deep in Mika as I search for threat. But pulling free, stopping this… I can’t. Not until I know for sure that were in danger.

  I push my mind one last time, as far as I can. Thousands of life forms from insects to rats to people pull at my awareness. The wind eddies through trees that squat along the boulevard. Flowers sway behind us as bees land and pollinate in their endless dance to survive. Bottles clank together in the tavern down the way, gripped by sweating and drunken hands.

  It’s too much, maddening. If I stay like this for long, I’ll lose it.

  But someone’s out there… Someone…

  There.

  She sits on the roof of the building across the way, three or so stories higher than we are. The stone apartments have no railing, and she sits at the roof’s edge, legs dangling out over the street. She’s older, at least fifty, wearing a long black robe embossed with slightly glowing runes that thread down her arms and across her chest. She has bedroom eyes, beautiful cheekbones, and long blond ha
ir tied in a braid that’s thrown carelessly over one shoulder. It dangles slightly as she watches us, a little smile on her full lips.

  She’s beautiful. Every inch of her screams sophistication and scholarly intelligence. She cups a wineglass, long fingers parted around its stem as she grips the bowl in an almost dirty embrace. In her other hand is some kind of cigarette in a long holder, the kind you see in old movies. She slowly raises it to her mouth and sucks a long drag, eyes never leaving mine. She parts her raven’s wing lips, blowing rings that make little O’s.

  “Up there,” I say, so quiet I almost can’t hear myself.

  “I see her,” Mika says, equally silent. “Eleria. Level 32. Not Obsidian.” Her body shivers, and not from the gentle chill in the air. “Do we… I don’t…”

  The woman raises her wineglass in salute before draining it in a long swig. Her lips curl around its rim in a sensual pucker. Something about the way her throat takes the liquid is so dirty that I can’t help but harden further inside Mika. The stranger’s the most deliberately sexual person I’ve ever seen, like vulgarity personified.

  I realize, suddenly, that I don’t want this to end, and that the new arrival doesn’t change that.

  Experimentally, I pull my cock from Mika. I wait for her to stand, cover herself, hide behind me. Something. Despite everything that we’ve done, how far we’ve come, she’s still Mika. Still the girl who could barely stand me looking at her naked in that first hallway.

  Instead, Mika raises her ass higher as she cranes her neck to watch the stranger. “Fuck me, Sam,” she pants. “Let’s give her something to remember.”

  “That might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard,” I say, hooking my finger around Mika’s thighs. I drive back into her, deep and hard enough that she yelps. But instead of pulling free to take her again, I maneuver her back with slow steps until she releases the railing.

  “What are you…” she trails off as the back of my legs hit the bench and I sit. I stay buried in her heat the entire time, not letting her free even a little as I pull her down with me. I reach over her legs to part them, spreading hers over mine so she’s stretched wide and facing Eleria.