Alien Vacation Ch. 07

"Yeah, fine," Asami sighed. "Been a long week. Time to call it good."

"Don't be shy about calling it a career," grumbled Matt as he turned away to his own car with George.

Asami bit back her reply. She had plenty of return fire to offer, but she thought twice about it. She had better things to do now than bicker with those jerks, though she couldn't think of one now that it came to it. Not until her eyes turned to the apartment building again.

Nah. No way, she thought. No way would that work out. Too many problems. Besides, he's a stranger and I'm just going on my gut...

...except how my gut isn't wrong here at all, she thought.

Thoughts of the hot guy in his little apartment accompanied her back to her car. Thoughts, and possibilities, and an increasing sense of certainty. Certainty and safety. By the time she was in her seat, she actually felt a little hot. The heat slowly grew as she drove back to the station, not all that far away. Fantasies crept into her mind...especially the ones she'd never shared with anyone. It was as if a little voice inside her coaxed those fantasies out to play, where things were private, and where they were safe.

She felt bad about some of those fantasies. She wondered if they marked her as dirty, or if they were a betrayal of more important things. Asami was a strong woman. She had to be in her line of work. It was why being a cop appealed to her. What she dreamt about was the opposite of all that. It made her wonder if there was something wrong with her. It made her wonder if she was a bad feminist or something.

Isn't that all about making your own choices? asked the little voice in her head. If you know these are just your turn-ons, if it's only for sex, if it's only between you and your partner, does it really make you bad?

If it's what you want...?

A shiver ran through her as the thoughts became more vivid. She was in the station parking lot now. Nobody was around, though. Nobody paid attention to the deepening of her breath as she sat behind the wheel of her parked patrol car.

She didn't want to let go of these thoughts. She figured she should, of course. Figured she should focus, get her mind off sex and forbidden fantasies, get her car signed off and changed out of her uniform to go home. But she didn't want to.

She wanted things she couldn't have. She wanted things a woman wasn't supposed to want.

Is it really like that? asked that little voice again. You don't actually want the real thing. The parallels are there, sure. You want the fantasy, though, not the reality. What if you could have what you wanted...?

Asami rolled her eyes, shook herself, and stepped out of her car to head in. She had a log to fill out and all that. Besides, she couldn't have "what she wanted" without absolutely the right guy, who was both capable and safe and trustworthy, not to mention someone she actually found attractive. None of this was anything she could just have. Not without courtship and establishing lots of trust and safewords and negotiating...

...but what if you could? the voice suggested. What if you could have it all, without even asking?

By the time she had her formalities straight about signing out, Asami felt more and more sure this was real. She didn't understand how, and didn't question it. She knew she didn't have to question. She knew she could have this, and who she could have it with. She knew it would be everything she wanted, both during and after. She knew.

Knowledge turned to decisions. Decisions turned to excitement, anticipation, and arousal.

Asami turned in her radio and her paperwork. She went to the locker room to get changed, but only got as far as taking off her body armor before she thought better of it. Instead, with the Kevlar in her locker, Asami buttoned her shirt back up feeling even more deliciously sinful. The uniform would make it even better.

* * *

He was in the shower by the time Xin spoke to him again. Laundry was going down the hall, thankfully not having to compete with the neighbors for the machines, and all his other matters were squared away.

You're so silly with these little chores and responsibilities. Couldn't you just buy new clothes when we get there?

"I like some of the clothes I already own, and I don't want to be a drag on Angela or Miranda by having to run off and shop," he said out loud. "Besides, it's a waste of money. This kind of cash isn't going to go on forever, you know."

This cash is only the beginning, darling. You don't think we're going to be doing even better by the time we're done in Vegas? Hah. Anyway, Angela plans on shopping. She's looking forward to it. Miranda isn't, or at least not much, but she wouldn't mind.

"You're using present tense. Are they thinking about that now? Are you connected to them still?"

Yes. Very much so. Nothing like how you and I are bonded, but they're still full of your cells. The more sex you have with someone, the stronger and more persistent the connection, especially with the cellular improvements I can give them. That's all on autopilot, basically, but like I said, everyone is "compensated." They've both really opened themselves to you, and therefore to me. This is more than just sex for both of them, as it is for you. It's okay to let your feelings grow.

I'm going to take very good care of our women, Kyle. They sense it, too. It's distant and they can't put it into words, but they know they're cared for. They attribute it to you, and that's fine by me. I'm still sharing all this. It's intimate. Wonderful.

I like it when you lean into my power, too. So do they. Nobody will ever regret being with us, Kyle. I promise you.

"I believe you," said Kyle. "So you can sense them? What are they doing now?"

Miranda is running a last check on her clients. She's very conscientious about her work. People trust her, and she takes that trust seriously. Angela is all packed up now. She has a couple of friends over who want to hear all the dirt about her ex and the bust because they recognized him on the news. Oh, and guess what? One of them is also hot.

Kyle sighed. He also smiled. He didn't really mind at all. They shared the same one-track mind there, at least when they weren't dealing with external stress. "Okay, so what about the cops and Agent Not-Really-FBI?"

Then it was Xin's turn to sigh, if only in his mind. Here's where we get into practical limits to my power, above and beyond the ethical ones. And those count, too. See, it's easier to read and to touch a mind that's more open to it. Hostile intentions close off a mind. I could get a little farther into Asami's mind because she was less suspicious and less hostile, which is how I got her to do the search. But a mind like Jones? Much harder. And that's where other things like distance come into play. Not like we're gonna fuck that guy.

He's suspicious of you because otherwise the story at the Navy station ends with my body dying. He knows that may be the case, but it's his job to be suspicious and treat suspicions like they're serious. Also, he's an asshole. But he knows he came away with a dead end. I think you have him more or less sold with the way you played dumb.

"What about those asshole cops? The ones who were gonna plant something on me?"

Heroin. They both carry a little baggy in their pockets and they've gotten good with the sleight of hand. It was mostly to rattle you and to see if that would shake loose any kind of confession and at least put you on the back foot. They didn't even know what this was about, but they coordinated it with Jones. He'd heard they were good at getting people to "cooperate."

"Christ. How many people have they set up like that? What else have they done?"

I didn't focus on them. Again, distance, unwillingness, they seemed kind of irrelevant, all that. I'm pretty sure they've gone farther than that, though. They seem like some bad guys. If a chance to fix it comes up...well, we can talk. Won't be right now, though.

"Wish we could."

I know. It seems like a good thing to fix, and I can tell it's important to you. I also know you feel good about doing stuff like that, and I enjoy it, too. I want to make you feel good, Kyle. I want all of this to feel good for real. For everyone.

"I know, Xin." Kyle smiled. "I'm grateful."

And you trust me, too.

"Yeah. Obviously."

How much?

"What do you mean?"

I really took the driver's seat in the beginning. You understand why, of course. But since then, we've only played with partners after talking and feeling them out and stuff. I've liked that. We all have. But you know I can do all of that before you even meet a woman, right?

Would you trust me to do that?

A grin spread across his face. Xin's proposition and her mental tone bathed him in seductive affection much like the water from the shower. He was getting hard again. "Do you have something specific in mind?"

Oh you know I do. Let's not spoil the surprise or the spontaneity. I'm asking if I can nudge you a little in the right directions from time to time. I don't want to take control. It's better when I ride and let you experience it all. But I can...put you in the right mood, if you open yourself to it. I can help you past inhibitions and let you enjoy things you might otherwise hesitate from.

Kyle was getting harder. He knew she was gearing him up for something, but he didn't know what. And he knew he could trust her with every intimacy. "How many inhibitions do I still have?"

A few. Depending on how you look at it, they're healthy inhibitions. But they're based on living without a psychic entity on your side who can make sure everything works out okay for everyone. Better than okay. Much better.

Finished with his shower, Kyle turned off the water and grabbed a towel. He became very aware of how his body felt with Xin's telepathic flirtation in full gear. He felt good, and he felt powerful. Thoughts of holding Miranda up while he fucked her against the wall for so long came to his mind. It wasn't effortless, but it wasn't difficult. And damn, it was good.

I'm asking if you're willing to let go and ride the urges I give you. I'm asking if you'll let me do the seducing all on my own once in a while, even some of the foreplay... so you can just skip straight to the sex when meeting someone. I think you might really enjoy the rawness of it all. I think you might really enjoy the power trip.

And I'm also asking if you'll trust me with matchmaking. Not just the sex. Beyond that. Because I'm really enjoying these feelings stirring around with you and Angela and Miranda, too. And I think, knowing you as deeply as I do and being able to read others like I can, I'm probably going to be very good at picking out more than just flings and sex partners for you.

I want to fuck, Kyle. Blended with your desires, I want to fuck lots and lots of beautiful women. I want to fuck. But the feelings...I'm liking all these feelings more than I expected. The feelings you have for Angela and Miranda make it even better.

The prospects of it sent a shiver of arousal through his body. He trusted her. After all their talk about consent and limits, he trusted her completely. "Well, we want a harem, right?"

Yeah. We do. Are you ready to take it? Are you ready to take what you want?

He experienced something deeper than a shiver. Like a seductress whispering into his ear, licking his flesh with every word. He was already horny. Xin was pushing him. He liked it.

Are you ready to let go? Are you ready to conquer? Xin asked again.

"What I want right now isn't here," he murmured.

Then he heard a knock at his door.

* * *

She'd never felt so vulnerable in her life, nor so safe. Somehow the contradiction made sense. Her heart pounded, her breath grew shallow, her skin sensitive. Her breasts heavy. Her core hot. She'd never felt this aroused, either. Her body was preparing her.

Absently, without looking, she touched the safety on her pistol. There would be no accidents.

It felt crazy, like she was jumping to wild conclusions based only on a brief encounter, almost wordless for her part, and her own desires and fantasies...except she knew she wanted this. She didn't truly expect her fantasies to come true instantly. No fantasy ever did. But if she could talk to him, feel him out, then maybe...?

...or maybe her fantasies would come true?

Asami swallowed hard, took the last few steps across the otherwise empty hallway, and knocked on his door. It was only a studio apartment, and a small one at that. Either he would hear it or he wouldn't be at home. She heard two soft thumps of footsteps on carpet inside, dispelling the latter possibility. As she let out a breath, she felt a new depth within her, emphasized by the heavy beat of her heart.

The door opened. Kyle stood there in nothing but a bath towel wrapped around his waist. She could tell something powerful was under that towel. He was nicely cut, clean, and bare. Powerful. So powerful. She felt weak just looking at him, despite all her training and her strength and the weapons on her belt. Asami tried to say something, but all she could manage was, "Please."

The intensity in his eyes didn't fit the easygoing image of their previous encounter. She only got a brief look, just enough to burn the image into her mind. Then he grabbed her by the upper arms, jerked her close, and planted a devouring kiss on her mouth.

Asami kissed back, feeling helpless and loving it. She felt like he might consume her with that kiss, feeling it run far deeper than her lips and her tongue, draining the strength from her arms and her legs until it was all she could do to stand up. The weaker she felt, the more need she felt. Every signal from his touch assured her he felt it, too.

The kiss broke. He tugged her inside, flinging the door shut and locking it in a flash before he was on her again. This time as he tugged her close, his hands went to her belt. In two seconds, he shed her of her gun and handcuffs and all the rest, dropping it to the floor.

His towel fell, too. Asami got a good look, only for a moment as he stripped her of her defenses, but it was enough to force a gasp from her throat. She looked up at his face in shock and even a little bit of fear before he kissed her again, still forcefully, still exactly as she desired but could never bring herself to ask for.

He tore her shirt open, jerked it from her shoulders, and was about as gentle in unfastening her pants. Asami stood through it all, feeling ever more vulnerable and wanting it ever more. "Yes," she breathed. "Yes."

His studio wasn't large. He practically carried her the few steps to the futon, threw her down, and then pulled her up to her knees with her pants still around her thighs. Asami's heart beat so hard she couldn't form another word until he penetrated her. "Uuunnnh! Yes!" she wailed.

Asami felt his cock push in deep. She'd never been this sensitive before, never felt things so acutely. That first incredible thrust and the ones that followed felt every bit as good as coming. She had no control here, having surrendered it all, and her body responded.

This was what she wanted for so long.

Asami cried out and wailed with pleasure as Kyle fucked her relentlessly. She screamed into the mattress, her body shaking as electric sensations ran down her legs and up through her belly. She had no control. It went on longer than she could track.

The dam within her broke with a flood of spasms and come and emotion. She couldn't even hold back her tears. A brief moment of worry welled up amid all of it, knowing Kyle was a good man despite all the rough, demanding treatment. She worried he would let up. "Please," she sobbed, wanting to beg him to continue if she could get the words out with his dick still keeping her spread and her face turned sideways on the mattress.

He reached past her and grabbed her a pillow. It was all she needed. A gesture of kindness amid the primal frenzy that still consumed both of them. She tugged it close, burying her tears and her screams inside as he kept fucking her exactly the way she wanted. Only one need remained: the need to feel him release inside her. It would happen in due time. Until then, she lost herself in surrender.

* * *

Things grew much more tender after they both found more release. Kyle laid over her, turned a bit to his side and propped up on one elbow. Asami kept her legs spread, grinning with her eyes sparkling up at him. They caressed, stroked, and openly gazed at one another's bodies without shame. They talked, sharing the details about their lives and who they were. Xin played her part, allowing Kyle to tell Asami just enough of his powers and how he got them to make sense of it all. She even filled in gaps with her own form of subconscious input. Soon, Asami knew about as much as his other two partners.

Psychic empathy and telepathic powers not only accelerated the bonding between them, but left them sure they weren't making too much of a single sexual frenzy. As with every other wild experience Kyle had in the last few days, this was real.

"I don't always want it like that," said Asami. Her hand stroked his still-erect cock, tilting it to run it across her damp bush and the slick skin of her inner thighs. "I like this, too. I like it gentle. Romantic. But I've wanted to be grabbed and fucked like that so long. Maybe I'm broken, but I have had...fantasies like that forever."

"I like having a little range to play in, too," Kyle assured her with a soft kiss.

"But you'll know?"

"I'll know if you want me to." Echoing a little buzz in his head from Xin, he added, "You won't even have to say anything. We don't have to negotiate or have safe words. I'll know your boundaries. I'll know when to back off, when to be gentle, and when to take what I want."

Gonna be a lot of the latter. Her hunger runs deep and I'm conditioning her body to handle it.

"Good," Asami smiled broadly. She stretched underneath him, still slick from sex and sweat. "It's hard, you know? I like being a cop, but with all the power dynamics and image bullshit there, it's like that's all you can afford to let people see you be. Even with the guys I've dated, I've had to hold this back. I've never been able to trust anyone with this other side of me. The side that really wants to be a submissive fuck doll," she admitted. "With the right guy, at least."

"Every person contains multitudes, right? Those things don't have to be contradictory."

"They're not. Sometimes I have to tell myself that over and over again. It's no different than people who like to get tied up and whipped or whatever. Everyone has their kinks." She paused. "Although it might feel even better because it feels so forbidden and broken. Even if that's bullshit, y'know?"

Kyle kissed her forehead. "I'll never judge. And I don't doubt you as a cop, either."

"Better not," she laughed. "Although the job still has its downsides. Wish I could say I've never doubted, but that wouldn't be true."

"Hey, you're telling me? At least you stuck the landing after busting your ass to get the job. Best I ever got was to get hired and laid off in the same week because of budget nonsense."

"Sounds like things are going amazing for you now, though?" Asami pointed out.

Kyle blushed, glancing away. "Yeah, I'm... conscious of the fact I might be putting you in an awkward position telling you this."

"The only other people who know are your other women, right?" asked Asami. She grinned as he blushed. "You can use possessives with me, Kyle. My fetishes aren't just physical. I like it. Turns me on."

It turned him on, too. "Yeah. Only them. I'm not trying to guilt myself or anyone else here. Just don't want to take anything for granted. This is pretty dodgy."