Alien Vacation Ch. 10

Then Kyle's urges stroked the minds of both women. They glanced at one another, lips quirking in a privately shared arousal. They understood his instruction: Upstairs. Now.

Neither balked at his summons, nor pushed back against his control. Not the slightest. Not when it came with such electric pleasures running through each woman's core.

They didn't even say goodbye. The manager thought nothing at all of their abrupt exit; a casual brush of Xin's power left him with memories of the gracious farewell they'd intended to give, anyway. In reality, Angela and Miranda simultaneously turned and headed for the elevator. They only held their cool until the doors closed behind them. Overwhelmed by arousal, the pair coped by falling into a lustful kiss...though that only made them both hungrier.

Asami shared it all. "Oh fuck...oh yes!"

The connection with the others broke. Though Xin had enhanced their minds to allow attention to two matters at once, the sudden end of one left them fully immersed in the sensual frenzy of the other. Orgasm built fast.

"Mmmph! Mmmhh!!" Asami writhed on the table, but couldn't escape his grip and didn't want to. Her body seized up and then spasmed. Her legs gripped Kyle as her sex throbbed in release. Kyle lost it, too, pumping into her with the same relentless passion he'd shown all along.

They stayed engaged as the feeling subsided. The rush of orgasm died off, but they hardly calmed down, either physically or emotionally. Asami stared at him in wonder. Kyle stared back.

"Did you do anything else?" she asked. "With your powers?"

"No. Just you."

"I don't want to stop," said Asami. "I don't want to stop being like this. With you. All of it. I want to give you everything you want. I want this."

The pair soaked in the joys of their empathic bond and his cock still deep inside her. They soaked in the sense of power and submission. "We're going upstairs," said Kyle. Idly, he picked her torn thong panties off the table. "The others want it, too."

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Xin turned almost every head away from them as they passed through the hallways and the lobby to the elevators. It all looked natural enough. Aside from inherent attractiveness, they did little to draw attention, anyway. The private elevator ride up turned to more making out and groping with Kyle's hand under her skirt the whole time. Asami drifted in a haze of arousal and need for more.

The penthouse door closed and locked behind them with a note of total privacy. Asami pulled away from Kyle, sauntering into the living room while stripping out of her clothes in a show just for him...and their companions.

Angela and Miranda lay entangled on the couch in nothing more than their lingerie. They rose at the appearance of company, though that somehow only gave Kyle more of a show. Asami stood in the foreground, naked but for her black bra, turning and beckoning to him. The others rose in a display of bared skin limited only by lace and silk, black for Miranda and red for Angela.

No one spoke. Kyle saw no vacant stares, no stiffness of motion, no hint of possession by Xin. All three waited with smoldering anticipation as he closed in. They didn't need to speak. The bonds lay open between all four, communicating without words, without even directed thoughts. Desires said it all.

Angela sank to her knees in front of him. Asami and Miranda came to his sides, sensuously loosening and unfastening every little button and zipper of his clothes. Staring up at him, Angela waited until his cock was freed, allowing the others to stroke it before guiding it into her welcoming mouth. She slowly sucked him off without ever breaking eye contact. Asami and Miranda added to her service by pulling away his clothes, giving every newly-bared part of his body plenty of attention with their caress or their kiss. Empathic bonds shared their pleasures without need for direction.

Though soon naked, Kyle lingered to let them continue. He lost track of time in Angela's stare and the services of her mouth. Warm and wet devotion slid up and down his length. To one side, Miranda lavished him with slow and sensuous kisses and exploring hands. To the other, responding to the most absent, casual psychic nudge, Asami stepped behind Angela to remove her bra. Miranda's followed. Angela kept sucking.

Minutes passed. Perhaps half an hour. Maybe more. They each savored every moment while stoking one another's arousal. Sucking. Caressing. Kissing.

No one gave a cue to stop. Agreeing wordlessly in the same instant, they softly broke from their game. Angela rose, leading the way, her red panty-clad shapely ass swaying in a deliberate show. Miranda walked close behind, only adding to the show with black lace over her smaller but perfect bubble butt. Asami came last behind Kyle as they ascended the open staircase from the living room to the bedroom. Her fingers tracing up and down his naked back and ass, giving off every bit as much lust for him as he felt for the others.

The shameless display brought him straight to the bedroom. Miranda and Angela stopped at the foot of their large bed, both looking over their shoulders once at Kyle. Both women slipped fingers inside their panties at the hips, bending over while slowly pushing their lace and silk down in a final reveal. Asami joined them as Kyle took in the sight.

More than a display this time. More than an offer. A statement. They waited.

Kyle caressed and softly groped each woman's flesh, wanting to show appreciation for each. The bond allayed any concerns about showing equal attention. None of them worried about playing favorites or being left with jealousy.

He looked on in awe and gratitude for only a moment before he decided where to start. Their expectations were clear without statement, but Kyle had his impulses. He knelt behind Angela on his right, caressing her ass while spreading it open. He heard a surprised "Hm?" from her before his lips met hers. "Ooh. Oohhh fuck," she moaned at the penetration of his tongue.

Psychic powers allowed him a perfect vision of Angela's face. At the very first kiss to her pussy, her eyes rolled back and her jaw slackened. More importantly, those same powers allowed him to share her pleasures across the bed. Asami and Miranda sighed and moaned with all the same sensations. Even knowing they were Angela's didn't diminish their enjoyment.

Kyle licked and kissed Angela into whimpering joy. He probed and stroked with his fingers to add to her delight until he drove her to a first orgasm. The quiver of her flesh against his face and the sweet taste of her heightened his own enjoyment as she grunted and gasped.

He moved on to Miranda. Feeling him at her backside, she murmured, "You know this was supposed to be all for you."

"Who says it isn't?" he replied.

Though Angela's little meltdown had been fully shared with the others, Kyle was mindful to give Miranda the same treatment. Asami soon followed. Before long, all three women lay against the bed in a dreamy state of bliss after a fully physical orgasm of their own and the delights of their empathic link to one another.

He enjoyed servicing each of his girlfriends, but the task only left him increasingly horny. By the time he was through, he was harder than he'd ever been. He also felt more and more mental nudging from Xin. They all wanted what came next.

Miranda was in the middle. Kyle stepped behind her, guiding the head of his cock to her wet lips. They both lingered there, touching but not engaged, while each of Kyle's hands slipped between the bared cheeks to his right and left to probe for that same hot welcome.

Angela took Miranda's hand at her side. Asami took the other. Indulgent fingers penetrated at the sides only a heartbeat before Kyle sank his cock into the woman at the center. A chorus of moans rang out from his harem.

He fucked them slowly. Xin's abilities allowed him to give full attention to each. Kyle worked and stroked Asami and Angela while his hips met Miranda's ass with every thrust. His alien partner played with his senses, making his fingers more sensitive than ever, allowing him to enjoy their work on a selfish level beyond the joy of pleasing his partners. Miranda squeezed his cock without conscious effort as her moans only deepened.

They shared in Asami's submissive side this time, but also Angela's sense of sexual freedom. They experienced both factors with all the awe of Miranda, who had never let go like this.

Dominance seemed irrelevant here. Kyle felt in control, reveled in it and shared it with them as much as they shared their own emotions...but he hardly even thought of it as dominance. Something else teased at his mind. Something more.

Harmony.

You know how they feel about you, Kyle. They haven't said it yet, but...you know.

He never increased the pace, slowly fucking them deeper and deeper into this state of ecstasy. He fucked them until the lingering climax on the edge of their sensations was too loud to ignore. He needed it, too. Past the point of resistance, trembling as hard as his partners, Kyle chose the moment with a single thought to Xin:

Give it to them.

"Oohhh ffffuuuck!" Angela cried, her face collapsing onto the bed. Her cunt tightened on him before it erupted with wet spasms of release.

"Mmhhh!" Asami whimpered, tensing and releasing around his fingers.

"Kyle!" shouted Miranda. Her ass slammed back against his hips, wanting as much of his cock inside her as she could have as she lost control. Kyle filled her with burst after burst of a long climax.

His harem sank into the bed, breathing heavily as orgasm subsided. Kyle stayed on his feet, still buried in Miranda, but needed his hands to hold himself up on the bed now. Overwhelmed, his partner in coitus still half-moaned as she exhaled each breath.

"Did you get...what you need?" Asami managed.

"Huh?" Kyle wondered.

"No," said Angela. "He didn't use us...for that...I'd have known. We'd have all felt it. Right?"

"Yeah," he answered. He hadn't hidden anything from them at all. "Yeah. This was all for us."

The awesome thing about control over all your cells is how I can make you ready for more...just like this, Xin taunted. Kyle inhaled sharply, feeling a shiver run through his body. Though he'd still been hard while inside Miranda. He felt even harder now. Miranda moaned again in bleary delight.

"You haven't had this yet," Angela asked Asami. Brown locks of her hair clung to the sweat on her bare shoulders. A grin spreading over her gorgeous face.

"No. But I had him downstairs," said Asami, still just as breathless. "Makes it your turn."

"No turns," Angela replied with a shake of her head. "We don't have to play like that. Do we?"

"Nnno," Miranda sighed. "Anything we want."

Angela glanced up at Kyle with a naughty thought. He didn't even have to nod to agree. She flashed Asami the same look. "Harem?"

"Harem," Asami vowed.

"Mmh-hm," Miranda managed.

"Good," said Angela. She and Asami crawled farther up onto the bed before helping Miranda do the same. She guided Miranda onto her back and lounged beside her. Asami did the same. Their affectionate touch wasn't far behind. Angela cooed in her ear, "Here, babe. We'll help."

"Mh?" wondered Miranda. The roaming hands of the other two women against her sweat-slick body good, but she was coming out of the euphoria induced by Kyle's altered cum. "Help with what?"

Then Kyle moved in between her spread legs. She felt his cock against her inner thigh again. Her eyes widened. "Oh no, this doesn't have to be about me, you can—fffffuuck!" Miranda moaned as Kyle slowly speared her again.

Thrilling again to her flesh around his, Kyle sank all the way in. His hands slid to her hips while Angela and Asami settled in to play. Where Angela soothed, Asami decided to play bad cop: "We want to see you completely destroyed, slut," she taunted with a grin.

"Just let go and ride it out," Angela told her, fondling one of Miranda's breasts. "It's not like you can do anything else."

Miranda's eyes widened with a look of betrayal...and utter gratitude for it as that cock pushed into her yet again.

Kyle fucked her rougher this time, thinking less of love and more of lust. He looked down at her body, at his cock disappearing into pleasure with every thrust. His body became hypersensitive to the best sensations, to the skin of Miranda's hips in his hands and most especially the welcome her cunt gave his cock. The intensity continued as his mind drifted.

Xin's consciousness and power projected outward. She took him along for the ride, moving too fast for him to process anything but snippets. Lights flashed past his vision, from steady and plain hallway lamps to the flashing colors of slot machines and the casino nightclub. Thoughts like voices concerning a million different things: dinner-sleepy-dancing-coins-fish-blonde-itches-dice-walking-mastercard-bathroom-hahahaha-wrinkles-smiling-wallet-divorce-bumpin'-skirt-chewy-green-losing-rigged-tired-lonely-squares-vodka-broke-oops-golfing. His other senses caught just as many different flashes, from the taste of a cheap hamburger to the scent of cigarette smoke. Every word had its context, every mind had an identity.

He understood the benefits of how she grounded so much of his consciousness in physical sensation. The distraction kept him from being overwhelmed and dismayed at his inability to keep up. It also felt incredibly good. Everything else was distant, brief, easily dismissed under the pleasures of fucking and feeling.

The experience also illuminated the connection between her powers and sexual pleasure. He felt her drawing on the rush of sensation and emotion he and his partners shared to replenish her power. Psychic projection and rapid mind-scanning like this were like burning through gas with a racecar engine. Kyle and their harem provided more gas than she could consume.

The high-speed probe continued. Xin found only the thinnest of leads, one of the bartenders here working across the street tomorrow night, moonlighting, a private game, high rollers, hush hush. She had a location and a name and tore off across the street. More flashing lights rushed by, this time accompanied with the sounds and smells of the strip. Miranda's cunt constricted and throbbed around him; he felt her get off, heard her cries and the affectionate encouragement of their companions. Kyle kept fucking her. They needed more. Miranda didn't want to come out of this now, anyway.

Another casino. Another rush. Thoughts, faces, places, lights. His senses focused in on a private office: plush furnishings, decent space, peace and quiet. Two men occupied the space, neither of them terribly appealing to Xin or Kyle in personality or temperament. Xin pushed Kyle deeper into the solace of sex, but she let him gather enough to keep up.

"...and make sure you've got a couple people ready to play gopher," said Tim. Management, but not at the top. Enough authority to make this happen. Crass, too. Grouchy. Unappealing. And with just enough booze in him to keep Xin's mental probes at arm's length. She could push, but she didn't want to push. Gross. "Couple cars with drivers, too. These guys should have all their own arrangements made, but be ready. I don't want to leave one of these people waiting on a fuckin' Uber."

Derek took notes. He was new to this job. Promoted from within. He knew this was sketchy, but stepping up like this would let him prove himself. Besides, who was getting hurt? It was just a poker game in Vegas. Hell, it was even on the books. Technically. "Right, you want a breakout room or two just in case, too? Someplace on the same floor if a couple of them want a private word or whatever?"

"Yeah. Smart thinkin'. Only if the rooms are already clear, though. Let's not go passing on room nights if we can sell 'em instead."

Distantly, without details, Kyle felt Xin nudge them both.

"Can we go over the basics one more time?" asked Derek. "Checking them in, the money, the plan?"

Tim frowned, but he didn't see anything wrong with it. Not with another psychic nudge. Derek knew enough to have his skin in this, anyway. "You've already got the list. Don't let it leave your pocket. They come to you at the concierge desk and they hand in their deposit for the game. It should be electronic transfer for most of them but if they want to hand you cash, you know who to give that to. Give 'em the room number and the key. Chips will be waiting for them at the game. They cash out like any other high stakes event. The paperwork is covered."

"No, I get that," said Derek after another psychic poke. "I mean for the game itself?"

"Nobody at the table gets their phone. Everyone gets checked with the wand. All these guys are a little unsavory, y'know? Connected types, either with a syndicate here or one outside the country. One of these assholes is even yakuza. Even the ones who aren't connected are the next best thing. White collar types. Half the reason they have games like this is to feel each other out.

"So it's two guests per player, which will probably be either bodyguards or girlfriends or one of each. You can't ask these assholes to come to anything without trying to look important. Either it's arm candy or it's muscle for the paranoid ones. Guests get the same five-star treatment, but it all comes down to keeping the players happy. And if they have a dispute, the casino steps back. We let them handle their shit themselves. Unless shit gets violent, but that's why we have in-house security. They all know better than that, anyway." Tim scowled as soon as he finished speaking. "Why do you need to know this shit?"

"Never mind," Derek told Tim. "Forget I asked."

With a derisive grunt and a little unseen help, Tim did exactly that.

Xin learned much more from both men than they said out loud. The questions were only to prod thoughts to the surface. She soaked in details faster than Kyle could process them, some important, others random. Locations, names, faces, even passwords flew past his consciousness; Xin caught them all. For Kyle, the details were drowned out by feminine cries of pleasure and the sensations now overwhelming his skin.

He was still here. Still fucking Miranda hard, still with Asami and Angela as they reclined beside her in arousal and excitement. They were all so connected, so intimate, so sexy and beautiful and out of his league, yet fully devoted. He couldn't begin to express his gratitude...and yet, with all the sensations of sex and the romantic yearning in his chest, he also felt the surge of power he shared with Xin. One thought stood out among all the rest: More.

More, Xin agreed.

Yes, thought Kyle, still thrusting and fucking. His hands found the other two women at his side without effort, reaching straight for more warm and yielding flesh as wet as ever. Climax rumbled through him like an avalanche. Empathic bonds and effortless technique set his partners off along with him. Asami gasped; Angela whined; Miranda screamed.

This time, Kyle couldn't keep up with anything Xin did with the energy they created. He lost himself in orgasm like the others.

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