Aspirant 2: A Sci-Fi Harem Adventure

by Maxx Whittaker

  We sit like that for a moment, me buried thick inside her, our legs spread as wide as they can go. Every bit of us on full display for the woman who watches us with avid eyes and pursed lips. She nods in a single, sultry duck of her head.

  Continue.

  We do. This time, I fuck Mika slowly, one arm around her belly as I lift her to the tip of my shaft before letting her slip back down. We’re still so slick from before, and despite how my cock seems made to fill her pussy, the lack of friction is delicious. Her flesh is so hot as it slides along my taut shaft, as I fill her over and over.

  My free hand roams her body, and Mika lays her head over my shoulder as I find her thick tits one at a time. The hard little points of her nipples drag across the rough, calloused skin of my fingers and I pinch them hard enough that she turns her head to moan into my ear. Her tits fill my palms and overflow, deliciously large yet somehow perky, and I memorize their shape with my touch as she ravages my earlobe. I turn to kiss her, and our lips slip over each other, as wet and slippery as my cock as it presses deep inside her.

  “Sam,” she whispers. “Is she…”

  I look up, strangely shy now that we’re fucking. And yet, somehow not. I want to know if she’s watching, if she’s enjoying this.

  Oh God. She is. She sits with legs spread as wide as Mika’s, bracing the roof’s edge tight enough that her tanned flesh pales at the effort. She watches us, biting her lip as she reaches slowly down like she’s been waiting for my gaze. With two long fingers, she parts her robe and spreads it over her thighs. She wears nothing underneath, and the dark thatch of hair between her legs is an ink stain above the cherry slit of her pussy. Those same fingers spread her vulva slowly before trailing upward to gently flick at her clit.

  It drives me wild. I pump into Mika, driving deep in long, relentless strokes. “You have to… to look,” I manage.

  Mika turns her head, and I know the moment she sees what I’m seeing when her whole body goes taut like she’s touched a live wire. “Oh… My god,” she whispers. Like the sight of Eleria fingering herself is too much, Mika cums, slipping down my length and going boneless as she shudders and moans against me. I hold her tight, not letting her fall, waiting for her to finish.

  Eleria’s eyes crinkle in amusement as she licks her lips. I watch, rapt, as she presses the entire length of her finger deep inside her pussy before pulling it free. It glistens in the low light as she slips it between her thin lips, taking every inch of it like she wishes it was my cock.

  I watch, unable to tear my eyes away as she picks up her cigarette holder. She presses its long, ivory length between the pink lips of her pussy and slowly drags it up until it hits her clit. When it does, I’m half afraid she’ll lose her balance and fall; her whole body shudders and her eyes half close with pleasure.

  At some point, Mika and I remembered our part in all this. Her hands brace against the inside of my thighs as she takes me, as she takes every inch of my cock over and over, as she brings me closer and closer. We watch Eleria masturbate, and something about the wordless exchange heightens everything. Knowing that she’s pleasuring herself to the sight of my cock pumping into Mika is possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced, which is saying a hell of a lot considering the last few days.

  I can tell Mika feels the same way; as Eleria cums again, Mika goes wild on my cock, fucking me like a piston as she gasps my name over and over. “Sam… Sam… Sam… Sam… SAM....”

  I reach down, find her clit with my finger. As my cock pumps just below, I run my fingertip along the little bud, and Mika’s moans turn to little shrieks. Eleria feathers her clit, timing her strokes to ours, and together we get closer and closer to the end or our game.

  It’s too much for all of us. Mika’s orgasm is her strongest yet, and she threads her arms backward around my neck and arches her back, letting Eleria see every inch of her pleasure as she cums. It’s so hard that it drives me past the point of no return, and I lock eyes with the woman across the way as I pump so hard my balls draw up and my stomach tightens to a board. I never look away as Mika pulls free from me so Eleria can see me finish, as my cock’s suddenly exposed to the chill air and I blast ropes of cum across the rooftop.

  Eleria’s close to finishing a final time herself, driving her cigarette holder deep into her pussy. Her other finger caresses her clit as she watches my cock throb in the final throes of orgasm, and she bites her lip so hard a little trickle of blood paints her chin.

  For the briefest moment, I have the urge to reach out with my power. To touch her, fill her pussy, to fuck her with my mind. But at the last moment, I decide against it. Not because Mika would care or because I think the stranger would. No, the three of us crossed that threshold long ago.

  It’s that this wasn’t about us taking our pleasure from this woman’s body. If it were, we would have invited her over. This was about the pure, unadulterated pleasure of exhibitionism. Of letting a stranger we’ve never spoken to watch something so intimate. Of being rewarded by seeing how our pleasure turns her on and drives her over the edge.

  So I only watch as the woman cums a final time, so violently that she falls back onto her rooftop. All I can see are her calves hanging over the edge and her feet drumming the wall as she climaxes. Somehow, it’s almost hotter than seeing the rest of her.

  “Goddamn,” Mika says, agreeing with me without realizing. She settles in my lap, my still hard cock an exclamation point across the lips of her pussy as we watch Eleria finish.

  At the last moment, the woman’s leg convulses sideways, sending her wineglass spinning in a pirouette along the lip of the roof. She sits up groggily, blinking away her pleasure as she drunkenly reaches for her tipping glass. Too slow. It falls, reflecting moonlight as it spins toward the stones below.

  I catch it. A quick snag with my mind halts its progress, and I lift it back through the air. She watches, bemused, as the glass sails up to her outstretched fingers, and I release my power at it settles in her palm.

  She gives me a little nod, and there’s a world of meaning in her eyes. Realization that I could have used that same power on her but didn’t. Appreciation for what we’ve just shared with her. And more that I can’t decode.

  Mika and I don’t speak as she blows us a drowsy kiss before standing and turning with a sharp whip of her robe. It’s still parted, and her quick turn gives us a tantalizing last view of long legs and her trim ass before she disappears past the roof’s edge without a backward glance.

  Something in Mika and I releases, a tension neither of us realized we’ve been holding. “I can’t believe that just happened,” I say, shaking my head.

  “That was incredible.” Mika settles deeper against me, hands limp at her sides. “Sam, I liked that way more than I should have.”

  “Another kink to add to the list?”

  “That was… Different. I never knew… Not until I saw how she watched us. When she touched herself…

  I fall backward onto the bench, suddenly out of breath. It’s a good exhaustion, and I reach for Mika’s shoulder to pull her back onto me. She lays across my chest, staring up at the stars, her head just below my chin.

  For a long time, we don’t speak. Naked, wet, exposed to the heavens; it’s delicious and strangely humbling. I idly run my fingers through her hair; she scrapes fingernails gently up the outside of my thighs.

  It’s so peaceful. So serene. Laying here with someone I love, satisfied and weary. Still a little drunk, still a little horny, but not enough to break this spell. The city’s noises are a soft susurration around us, like places I’ve been but somehow different. Cars are replaced with the clop of horses or the whir of air cars. Voices raise and die as players pass in the street below. There’s the sharp crack of some spell, thunder that reverberates between the buildings before dying with a buzz. An airship thrums upward far in the distance, the whup whup whup of its propellers like a metronome tied to the beat of Mika’s heart. I rest my hand over it and feel its sof
t pulse. The soft press of her flesh over mine is the closest I’ve ever come to heaven on Earth.

  “I wish we could stay here forever,” Mika whispers.

  “Now who’s a mind reader?”

  She wiggles against me, slowly turning over until she’s facing me. Her legs twine with mine against the rough bench and her heavy breasts press against my chest. Soft breaths paint my face as her hair veils us, blocking out what little light’s left. “I mean it. We could… We could stay here.”

  “Mika…”

  “Sam. I’m tired. Of running. Of fighting. The Threvians… What they’ve done… Like you said, it can’t be changed. My parents… It hurts that they think I’m dead. But that’s done, too.” She kisses my cheek, a soft press of full lips. “This is so… So wonderful. So perfect.”

  On one hand, I can’t believe what she’s saying. On the other, I understand perfectly. The climate is perfect, the city peaceful. We can get anything we need, and the thought of spending my nights like this with Mika… With Syl and Astra… “What about the rest of the world? What about saving them?”

  “Is what’s left so bad?” Mika asks, almost pleading. “Now that the invasion’s over, they’re letting the rest of us live in peace. I don’t know what they’re using Earth for and I almost don’t care. Look at all this, Sam. This could be our life. Make peace with the Obsidians. Stay away from the walls during raids. Get a little place or a bar like Three’s. Have roof sex for strangers,” she says with a half drunken giggle. “Start something new that’s not…” She shudders. “Not what we’ve been doing. Something that doesn’t involve pain and death and blood and… and…” She sucks in a ragged gasp.

  “Mika I…” I sigh. “You’re not wrong. This is lovely.” I close my eyes, listen to the sounds of the city, smell the delicate floral scent of the plants around us, delight in Mika’s warm body pressing along mine. “This is heaven. I… I don’t know… The Shepherd–”

  “Isn’t our problem anymore. You seriously think Three and his guildmates can’t take him out?” She kisses me once. Twice. My cock shivers each time her mouth closes over mine. “We can make a different happily ever after.”

  God. I want this. It’s all so perfect.

  Too perfect.

  “We can’t,” I say, and they’re the hardest words I’ve ever spoken. “You know that.”

  Mika settles against me after one final kiss. “I know. I know. God dammit, I know.” Warm tears drip from her eyes and hit my cheek. “Doesn’t stop me from wanting it, though.”

  “All this,” I say, running fingers along her cheeks, “is doing exactly what it’s supposed to.” I dry her tears with my thumbs before threading my hands into her hair.

  “It’s all a trap.”

  “Yeah. Meant to lull what’s left of humanity. This is all so wonderful, so deceptive. It has something for everyone. People like us, that just want to stop fighting and live. Something for people who want to fight, to kill. It has adventure and opportunity and lets you be anything you want. Look however you want.”

  “I know. It’s insidious.” She takes a shuddering breath. “Sam, I know we can’t stay. I knew. I just… I was weak, and–”

  I silence her with a kiss. “Shush. You’re human. You think I wasn’t thinking it? As much as I love coming within an inch of dying over and over again… I’m ready for all that to be over.”

  “But not yet.”

  “No. Not yet. What would happen to Syl? Where would she ever go where she’d be accepted? She needs this. What about your parents and everyone that’s left? They may not thank us for destroying all this…”

  Her breath is hot against my cheek. “But we have to.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Sam… I’ll never… Never forget tonight. No matter what happens… I love… Love…”

  She trails off, breathing steadily. Asleep.

  “I love you,” I whisper into the night.

  Tomorrow will be another fight, probably.

  I shift, settling her more comfortably on me.

  Tonight, there’s only this.

  Well, that and the fact that at some point in the next few hours, we have to sneak downstairs naked.

  18

  Acheryx Hideout

  Player: Sam

  Level 4

  The door slams open and I’m off the couch with my power ready before I realize it’s Wick.

  “Guys!” He shouts. “I found us a ticket outta–” He stops, eyes wide on the TV. “Oh, shit! You’re actually watching it! John Wick!”

  “Wick…” I drawl, half amused and half infuriated. He’s only been back once in the last few days, and that was to deliver some requested supplies. Clothes, mostly. Mine are plain, pants and a loose shirt. The stuff he picked for Mika is suspiciously like the outfit Astra made her; tight leathers that she barely fits into, purples and reds that he must have spent way too much on.

  I was only slightly weirded out by how perfect he got her measurements.

  Mika, watching with me ten seconds ago, grinds her teeth and extinguishes the flames that wrap her hands. “Dude… Don’t do that!”

  “Hold on a sec,” Wick says. “I love this part.” He holds his paws together like a gun and proceeds to mimic his namesake’s movements as the character on the TV mows through a half dozen thugs.

  It takes every ounce of my patience not to grab him by the scruff of the neck and shake the information out of him, and I probably would if this wasn’t so hilarious. And also a reminder of how young this kid really is.

  After everything he’s been through, I can let him have this.

  Dusk smirks from the far corner. She dragged a stool there earlier and has been watching the movie sullenly, which definitely dampened the mood. “Yeah, you’re totally gonna save the world at this rate. Can’t find good help these days, eh?”

  “Shut up,” Mika says absently. After two days, the Obsidian’s sniping has become almost routine. She’s been strangely easy to ignore, even if I do wish she’d stuck with her promise to stay in her room until we were done with all this.

  “Wick,” I say. “Buddy.”

  He does a pirouette, then bounces off the couch and does a surprisingly agile flip before landing on all fours. “He would have killed so many more dudes if he’d been a cat.”

  Mika bites her lip to keep from laughing. “Sure. Yeah. Can’t argue with that logic.”

  I kneel next to him. “You were saying? You know, when you scared the shit out of us?”

  “Yeah, ever heard of knocking? I think I peed a little,” Mika says, glancing at the couch.

  Wick perks up. “Really? I might be into that.”

  “Oh… my… God. Wick.” I reach for his neck, Homer Simpson style.

  “Sorry, sorry!” He brushes a paw against the fur at his chest. “Just that a certain badass kitty you happen to know and love has found you a way outta this shithole.”

  My mind snaps out and turns off the TV. Mika’s instantly alert. “An airship?” I ask, mind already calculating. When can we leave? How can we keep track of Dusk?

  “Yup. My bud on the spire directed me to a guard captain he knows who happens to be friends with the head mechanic on The Ezio.”

  “Ezio,” Mika whispers. “That sounds familiar.”

  “Wick, you are amazing,” I say, clapping his back. “Mika, can you run and grab the others from the roof?”

  “Pay me back later?” she winks.

  “An Aspirant always pays his debts,” I quip, smacking her ass. She laughs merrily as she leaves.

  I can practically hear Dusk rolling her eyes from the corner.

  I sit on the couch, then stand up again to pace. “What’s the plan?”

  Wick pauses. “That, ah… That’s the part you may like a bit less.”

  I stop and pivot to face him. “Explain.”

  “The Ezio’s owner is… Ah… Well, she’s dangerous.”

  “And that’s a problem because… Wait, we’re not sneaking aboard,
are we? Fighting through guards or something? Because that is not the sort of deal I imagined you–”

  “No, no, no.” He waves a paw. “Just… She doesn’t help people for free. She demands compensation.”

  “Dude, even turning in the Corroc head yesterday didn’t give us close to enough to pay for the tickets we’d need. You said that yourself.”

  “Not that kind of compensation,” Wick says. “She wants you to do a job.”

  “Us?” I sink slowly into the chair. “Wick, I mean, I know we’re above our level and such, but there have to be better people to hire for… Whatever she wants.”

  He shrugs. “I don’t know why she wants you. She just does. Asked for you specifically. In fact, I gotta admit that this was a lot easier than I thought it’d be.”

  “And why is that?” Suspicion burns in my chest. “Who’s offering the job?”

  “Remember tall, dark, and scary from the other day? The… ah… house of ill repute?”

  “Madam Kara?” I blink. “The elf girl? Blue skin? Scary ass eyes? That Madam Kara?”

  “She wears a Drow skin,” Dusk supplies, clearly enjoying my new discomfort. “Man, you sure know how to pick ‘em. You take this job and I’ll be free in a few hours!”

  I ignore her. I’m getting pretty good at it. “Wick, you said Kara wants me in particular?”

  “Wait, ‘most dangerous crime boss in the city’ Kara?” Mika asks, ducking back in.

  “That’s her.” Wick’s eyes widen when he sees my expression. “I’m sorry! We were in a hurry, right? It’s the only lead I had!”

  Syl and Astra duck in. “Coast is clear, Sam,” Astra says. “What’s wrong?”

  “Oh, nothing. Just about to do a favor for a crime boss that asked for me by name. By the way, Wick… How does she know my name?”

  “She’s very persuasive,” he says in a small voice. “Like, ‘I’ll kill you slowly if you don’t tell me’ persuasive.”

  “Great. When does she want to meet?”

  “Now. Yesterday. ASAP, basically.”

  I look to the girls. “She wants me to do a job. Us to do a job.”