Alien Mine Ch. 18

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Leslie and Amancia roamed the streets and back roads of Moscow, mapping Om communication patterns throughout the city. They could sense low level activity, but it was more widespread than they had expected. Their ability to monitor alien communications had improved exponentially. Standing in the middle of the city, they could feel the background disturbance for hundreds of miles around them. Locating the source was more challenging; they needed to be within a few tens of miles.

The improved ability to 'feel' or even taste Om communications had happened immediately after Rhys had given them control of Nelya and Yaneta as if that had unlocked a power they already possessed but could not use. Conversations with their symbionts shed little light on the increased abilities, but it gave them another weapon in their fight. Rhys and his Bob suspected that they had only touched the surface of what the symbionts were supposed to provide to a Drans warrior, but why the changes came when they did was unclear.

"We have finished mapping the area, Rhys, and you can see from the map that we are correct about the source of the communications. We have tracked the parasites going there and identified thirty-seven parasite-controlled humans, though there may be more." The binary happily reported.

"Excellent work; keep watching the source but not close enough that they detect you. The plan is on track; we will assault on schedule," Rhys replied.

It was almost dawn in Moscow, and Leslie and Amancia left the semi-industrial area and headed for the better part of town; they had another task before they rested. Leslie would meet with an executive who was interfering with Nelya's consolidation of Dmitri's assets and convince him to change his ways. Amancia had a simpler task; one of the president's very loyal supporters would suffer a fatal heart attack. This and other deaths would help to isolate and weaken the current leadership, and that part was going well. The president didn't realize it yet, but his days were numbered.

Jack heaved a sigh of exhaustion as he and Amanda stood up and began to leave the planning room. Everything was as ready as possible for the assault in a few days; the men were well trained and confident in their combat teams. His only concern was how fluid the plans had to be; not knowing exactly what they faced was unnerving, mainly because it was an enemy they hadn't fought before; but Rhys was confident, and he thought they had a good plan.

"Thanks, everyone," Rhys said as Jack, Amanda, and the squad sergeants left the room. Kiania started to follow but was stopped by a command from Rhys. "Come here, Kiania; we are not quite done yet," he ordered in a commanding voice.

Kiania froze and turned around. There was no mistaking the tone of his voice or the look in Rhys' eyes. Kiania felt her heart begin beating faster as she shook her long black hair away from her face and walked over to Rhys. Every time she was around him, she had to fight the need to physically touch his body, to run her fingers through his hair or across the muscles on his stomach. She loved to stroke his chest, tangle her fingers in the hair, or run her fingernails over his nipples, watching them harden. She knew part of the attraction she felt was the symbiont, but not the love; that was all her and Rhys.

Kiania pressed herself up against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. She breathed in slowly, enjoying the masculine scent, as she melted into the arms that surrounded her and pulled her tight against him. The physical need for him left her breathless; it was always like this, almost from the first. No matter how many times they made love, the passion and desire she felt for him were always the same, like a hot burning fire that never seemed to go out. Instead, it simmered, ready to flare up, the flames impatiently waiting to engulf them.

The now-familiar heat of the mark she wore blazed across her belly and down to her cleft as Rhys pulled her head back leaning forward to kiss her. But instead of kissing her, he paused, their lips millimeters apart. Rhys stared into her eyes as his finger gently traced the contours of her face. His fingertips lightly brushed over her eyes, along her nose, and then traced the softness of her lips. "You are so beautiful; I am the luckiest man alive to have you," he said, staring into her eyes.

Time seemed frozen to Kiania as she stared back, seeing the desire and love written there. Her life before Rhys had been a black abyss, and she thanked God that he had rescued her that night. Now she felt complete with Rhys and the other girls in her life, a life that was so full of joy and love. "You do have me, and you know how much I love you," she said, gazing into his searching eyes. Kiania brought her hand to his face feeling the stubble on his cheek, his lips sensuous, almost demanding to be kissed. She couldn't stand the distance and craved his touch on her body, so she stepped up on her toes, searching for his lips with hers. Kiania felt strangely shy with Rhys, even awkward at times. Somewhere deep inside, Kiania doubted she was worthy of someone like him, a man who loved her without reservations despite the way she had lived her life. That previous existence seemed so far away; her life now had a purpose, an unremitting and enduring devotion to Rhys.

He kissed her softly at first, nibbling at her lips, soft kisses at the corners of her mouth. Kiania felt herself growing dizzy as her heart beat faster and faster, while the kisses stole her breath away. Then, moaning with need, she pulled Rhys closer, demanding more of his lips and pressing her softer curves against his hard body. Her fingers gripped his hair, trying to pull him even tighter while his hands roamed over her body, caressing at first but becoming more demanding. Kiania knew Rhys could command her to do anything, and she would enjoy it, but this was different. Later she would beg him to command her, but at this moment, she knew she had never loved anyone like this, and the intensity of it made her body quiver in pleasure.

Kiania felt Rhys' hands move slowly up from gripping her bottom, one hand slowly gathering her hair into a firm grip, the other taking her wrists, holding them together in front of her. She felt his hand tighten on her hair, pulling her lips away from his. Kiania moaned in frustration, seeking his lips with her own, but she was denied.

Rhys laughed softly, and let go of her hair, reached into a pocket and pulled out two bracelets that he snapped onto her wrists. "You're getting too demanding," he said in a deep voice that sent thrills through her. Kiania recognized the bracelets; they were the ones he typically used on Amancia to restrain her. Then, at a command from Rhys, the bracelets magnetically locked, her wrists bound tightly together. "Much better," he said as he picked her up and laid her on the table. Her arms were pulled up by her head and attached to the upper edge of the table to a piece of metal Rhys had put there today just for this.

Kiania squirmed, unable to lay still. "Please, Rhys," she all but begged, needing his lips on her again.

'Not yet," he said, taking a black cloth from another pocket, tying it around her head, effectively blinding her. Rhys looked down at Kiania, savoring her arousal. He could see and smell it, the pink and red colors of her emotions forming above her, twisting together and then falling apart only to reform again. The smell, fresh yet sharp like after a storm. Rhys was tempted to take control of her emotions like he usually did, but instead, let her arousal wash over him; the flavor was wonderful; but even he had his limits.

Kiania shouted out in surprise as she felt her blouse ripped off, her heavy breasts falling free, the nipples hardening even more. Ohooo..," she moaned softly, but then a finger was held to her lips.

"Quiet, or I will gag you," Rhys all but growled as his fingers trailed lightly over her neck, down between her breasts, and then to her pants. A few touches in the right places, and then Rhys' hands were pulling them off, taking her panties as well. "Very nice, Bob, he said out loud, "we did a spectacular job on her. These tits are perfect, and the nipples prominent and hard, especially when you pinch them."

Kiania arched her back, thrusting her breasts out as Rhys' hands found her nipples, pulling tweaking, just hard enough to feed her a bite of pain. "Yes, an excellent job, but I think we should add some jewelry," and Kiania moaned again as she felt clamps suddenly pinching her already sensitive nipples.

She really was a beauty, Rhys thought, perfect even, but then he had designed her. The nipple clamps looked good on her; perhaps he should consider making them permanent. His eyes and hands traveled down from her breasts, over her stomach and lower belly, to just above her mound. Kiania gasped as his fingers traced the mark on her, causing it to flare up, the heat adding to her arousal. Then Rhys took some oil and began to rub it on her neck and shoulders first, his strong fingers kneading her muscles.

He considered his relationships with the girls as his hands worked on the naked and bound woman below him. His feelings for them and the emotional commitments usually present between lovers were complicated by the symbiont. He was attracted to Kiania from the very first when he saw her on the stage. She was naturally sexy and beautiful before Bob changed her, but emotionally she had been damaged. The intense physical attraction they now felt for each other was partially driven by the symbiont, but he had initially desired her anyway. But would he have loved her like he did now? Probably not; the symbiont had changed both of them. Nevertheless, the emotional interaction between all of them was unique, something he treasured and could not imagine living without. While it was worth thinking about, Rhys had other more important things on his mind, like a beautiful, sexually aroused woman.

As Rhys' hands worked over her muscles, Kiania emitted small cries of pleasure, and it was difficult to keep himself from just taking her. But he had plans for this one today, she deserved a reward, and he intended to give it to her. His hands worked their way down to her hips, the junction of her thighs, massaging each muscle carefully. Then to her dismay, his hands passed over her sex to her thighs, and Kiania moaned her disapproval, almost desperately spreading her thighs, wanting his hands to touch her there.

"Not yet, dear; I am saving the best for last," Rhys said, much to her dismay. If he hadn't threatened to gag her, she would have been begging, but instead, she remained as silent as possible. Rhys massaged her thighs deeply, watching her reactions, seeing what she liked. He could have done the same just by delving into her emotions, but today he refrained from any influence. He could command her to do anything he wanted, of course, but he liked the uncontrolled response from her. He loved her; that was true, he thought, despite the symbiont. He wondered again for a few seconds if the feeling was real, if the love she expressed for him was natural, or if it was dictated by the symbiont. Rhys decided that he didn't really care; they were happy and deeply in love and that is what was important.

It was time to move things along, he thought; his cock was as hard as it had ever been, so he turned her over and began the process again, needing and loosening her neck and shoulders, then her back and buttocks. Rhys dug his fingers into her cheeks, deep massage alternating with a light caress. Then, pulling her cheeks apart, he could see her anus, the pink muscle quivering when he ran a finger around the edge.

Kiania gasped loudly as she felt a finger slide into her bottom, forcing her open. It was gentle but firm, demanding that she yield. Kiania was no stranger to this kind of sex, but now she was much more sensitive there. When Rhys made love to her this way, it felt as if her bottom was wired directly to her clit and her brain. Her arousal increased even more, and she began to rub her clit against the table's hard surface, smearing it with her juices.

"Bad girl," Rhys said to her, slapping her bottom, "hold still, or I will tie your legs apart and spank you every time I see you move like that."

Kiania did her best to hold still, but the finger (or was it two) in her bottom made it difficult. Then Rhys pulled her to her knees, positioning her with her tight ass up in the air, her legs wide apart. "Good girl," he said, removing his fingers.

This had been Kiania's preferred position when she was a whore in Brazil. She couldn't see the faces of her customers, and if they were good-looking and not too rough, sometimes she would use her fingers to make herself cum. It was still her favorite position, especially with Rhys, and she felt herself getting wetter in anticipation.

Kiania felt a bolt of electricity when the fingers were replaced by a tongue, just the tip slowly circling her anus. Oh! Oh...mmm, she moaned, trying to remain silent but unable to. Kiania lifted her buttocks higher, wanting something more than the light feathery touch. Her efforts were rewarded with another slap on her butt, and she tried to stop moving. However, once the torture started again, her bottom started moving as if it had a mind of its own. Her pussy was on fire, the constant teasing was too much for her, and she wanted Rhys in her.

Then the tongue was gone but almost immediately replaced with something else. At first, she thought it was Rhys' finger again, but the pressure on her sphincter kept increasing as something was pushed inside her. Kiania felt the first vibrations as a butt plug slid smoothly inside her and nestled between her cheeks. The combination of feeling full and the vibrations made her pant even harder. Then she felt a tongue slowly work its way down from her bottom, tracing her lips before settling on her clit. Kiania jumped when she felt his tongue there, lightly flicking her bud and making it twitch in anticipation. The contact on her clit was light, barely touching, tantalizing, frustrating.

"More, harder, please,'' she asked, unable to keep silent any longer. "God Rhys, I need you please."

Her begging was rewarded with another slap and a push on the butt plug that brought a deep groan from her. Now the tongue was back, firmer now as it slowly licked her folds before coming back to circle her oh-so-hard nub. Kiania's toes twitched and curled at the double sensations, the tongue on her clit licking but too slowly to bring relief and the vibrations in her bottom from the plug. It was a subtle caress, so intimate and yet so erotic, and whenever Kiania lifted her hips to plead for more, Rhys would pull away.

"God Damn it, Rhys...you are killing me..." Kiania moaned, her voice laced with arousal and frustration.

Rhys was using the tip of his tongue to draw circles around her clit, but then he drove his tongue inside her, the moans spurring him on. The assault on her senses was devastating, and she couldn't stand the craving any longer. With the vibrator tucked firmly in her bottom, his tongue attacked her clit again as he slipped two fingers inside her pussy. Kiania's body started climbing toward a climax. "Oh, God...Oh, God..." Kiania all but shouted; the pleasure rushing through her was so strong it had to be Rhys forcing it, she thought, but it wasn't; it was just her. "Rhys, please, What are you doing to me?" she asked in a desperate voice, "please fuck me!" "gasped Kainia.

The tongue and the finger were withdrawn so suddenly Kiania squeaked in surprise. "Since you asked so nicely," Rhys said, quickly stripping off his clothes, he had about reached his limit as well. The emotions coming from Kiania were so strong, with her delicious taste and the way she wiggled as he licked her were pushing all his buttons.

The sudden change had caught Kiania by surprise, and as she squirmed, the table rubbed against the nipple clamps sending little bursts of electricity through her breasts. The clamps hurt, but she relished the sharp pain mixing seamlessly with the arousal that was now threatening to erupt between her legs. Being bound and teased mercilessly like this touched something inside her, and she realized she had given herself entirely to Rhys to use as he saw fit. It excited and scared her, but she could never go back. She was his.

Rhys climbed onto the table, positioning himself behind Kiania and holding her hips firmly as he pushed his rock-hard cock into her pussy. He had meant to slowly ease himself inside her, but the feel of her gripping him was too much. He pulled her hips back to him as his cock plunged all the way into her, burying his cock to the hilt. He was rewarded with a loud scream and a spike of female emotions that only increased his own lust.

Rhys paused for a second, then, getting himself under control, he started a slow rhythm. The slow pace served only to further frustrate Kiania, and she began to thrust herself down onto his cock. Each time she did, the flames across her abdomen flared, adding to the heat. Faster and faster, she moved her hips, trying to drive the pace as the pleasure grew and grew. "I need to come, Rhys! Fuck! Please let me come hard..." Kiania's whole body tensed as she felt the orgasm approaching. The pressure built within her, higher and higher. "Ooooh....yes....fuck my pussy, fuck me hard, Rhys, don't stop!"

Then just when she couldn't take anymore, Kiania felt fingers pinch her clitoris as Rhys began to cum in her. "Cum hard," he ordered, and Kiania screamed in relief as the pleasure rocketed through her body, her pussy squeezing Rhys' cock as he came and came inside of her body. Oh!.. God!... Yes! she shouted, her voice turning into a loud wail of ecstasy. The orgasm exploded in her head and her entire body. Even the toes on her feet curled as pleasure flowed through and around her. Kiania screamed again when she felt Rhys enter her mind, their emotions mingling in a whirlpool that left her completely shattered.

As he pulled away from Kiania, Rhys heard a soft moan and felt Sandy's emotions wash over him, mixing with his and Kiania's. "How long have you been here?" he asked, surprised. Usually, he would have felt her presence, especially since she was sitting in a chair near him naked, her hand between her legs and strands of hair softly caressing his legs.

Sandy continued to slowly run her fingernails gently over her wet folds and clit as she looked at Rhys, taking her time to respond. Sandy liked how Rhys looked at her; he could never hide the desire in his eyes, even when they had first met. Sandy enjoyed teasing men and some women. Taking her clothes off on a stage, feeling all those eyes caressing her body, wanting her was exciting. Sandy felt the same thrill now, Rhys looking at her as she deliberately teased him, her legs spread wide, as she fingered herself. "Right after you got your cock in her," Sandy answered, a self-satisfied grin on her face. "I couldn't stand it any longer. The other girls wanted to come also, and they did," she added with a laugh, "just not here, much to their disappointment. I thought you and Kiania deserved some alone time."

Rhys gently untied Kiania, took her blindfold off, and picked her up in his arms. " I didn't feel you come in; that unusual; I always know where you are."

"You were concentrating pretty hard on that beautiful girl in your arms. It was magnificent, Rhys; you were broadcasting, to say the least; we all felt it, even Mika and Nelya. Are you going to make her submissive like Amancia," she asked in a sensual but provocative voice. Kiania stirred in his arms, her overloaded brain letting the world come back into focus.

"No, it was just play; I like her just as she is," Rhys said pointedly.