Alien Vacation Ch. 13

Hey, I picked up a trick from another writer on Lit (and shamefully forgot who to credit, sorry!), so I'm gonna put Xin's voice in brackets from here out. It's easier than constantly inserting the italics tags in html.

Speaking of tags, here are the story tags up front: alien, telepathy, consent, male dominant, group sex, mffff, mind control, cop, lingerie, blowjob.

Only the faintest morning light made it through the blinds. Drifting gently awake, Kyle hadn't even opened his eyes before he remembered where he was and identified the welcome weights of companions in his bed. He was still in Vegas, staying in a luxurious suite, well-fucked, well-loved, and surrounded by incredible women.

[Kyle,] came Xin's psychic voice.

Hey, he thought. She wasn't physical, but he was in love with the alien in his head, too. In love with her in ways nobody else could know.

[Yeah, about that...um...so remember how I said I'd get Rose and Shannon up to speed with the others overnight?]

Kyle's eyes fluttered open. Shannon laid propped up on one elbow to his right, looking directly at him. Her short black asymmetrical haircut had the advantage of looking good even in the morning, but her patient expression didn't have him thinking of her literal, actual porn star beauty even despite her full, naked breasts in front of him. To his left, Kyle found Rose in a similar pose, but her dark brown features were a touch more serious and her jet-black hair was in a post-coital tangle.

Behind Rose, Miranda sat upright with the sheet casually draped over her naked chest and her deep blue eyes watching from underneath her slightly disheveled black hair. On Shannon's other side, as if on cue, Angela sat up to brush back her highlighted brown locks from her model-hot tanned face.

Shifting weight between his legs brought one more woman into the mix. Asami had practically curled up there like a cat with her own pillow and blanket over the top sheet sometime in the night. He didn't remember exactly when everyone went to sleep. Nobody had really worried about it. Nobody coordinated or said their goodnights...yet here they were, all awake as if in wait for him.

Staring at him.

[I meant to play it subtle like before,] Xin explained in a rush. [But it turns out Rose is really sharp and so is Shannon. They got asking questions I wasn't ready for. Miranda has been chewing on things, too, and one thing led to another, and I...kinda decided it was okay to spill.]

How much? Kyle wondered.

"You have a disembodied psychic space alien in your head?" Rose asked out loud, her Nigerian accent giving her question an extra piercing quality.

"And she's using you as her personal bungalow and vacation sex toy?" asked Shannon. "Along with all of us?"

"And all the emotion and energy from sex charges up her psychic essence and power," Miranda went on in cold, analytical tones tinged with an Australian accent. "In turn she uses that energy to bring her—and you—even more women and more sex. That's the real source of your power. That's how you smooth down any edges on all this," she finished, twirling her fingers to indicate everyone on the huge bed.

"Consensually," Angela finished dryly.

"...yes," Kyle answered.

Angela shrugged. "Turns out, yeah, I'm totally on board with this." She got up out of bed.

Miranda's eyes flicked away thoughtfully. "That does fill in the gaps, then." She rolled out of bed and rounded its big corner. "It's early yet. Our flight home isn't scheduled until after noon and they'll wait on us. No need to rush."

"Er...wait, what?" Kyle blinked.

[I kinda told them everything I held back before. Like, everything-you-already-know everything.]

"I suppose it's not the sort of thing you can tell someone when you first meet," Rose said with a masterfully straight face. She leaned in to give him a peck on his shocked lips before climbing out of bed in Miranda's wake.

"Huh?" Kyle grunted.

[Yeah, the whole conversation went amazingly well,] Xin assured him.

"It did, yes," Shannon agreed with Xin. Kyle turned to her, stunned. "Once I have my loose ends tied up here, I'm gonna love you and fuck you like porn is just my hobby and my real career is you." She leaned in and kissed his neck sensuously, then leaned back to throw him a grin. "I'm gonna need to borrow those psychic powers a lot in the near future."

"We all will," Miranda called, rounding the doorway.

Shannon got up out of bed, leaving Kyle to lie there in awe. He snapped out of that as the top sheet slipped away in Asami's grasp. With nothing but a wink, she claimed his erect cock with one hand and, in the same smooth motion, with her mouth.

"Oh god!" Shannon staggered in surprise while Rose let out a gasp of pleasure from the doorway and something thumped against the wall outside. They turned back in shock as Asami's mouth slid back and forth, bathing Kyle's dick with breathtaking sensuality. Both nude women found their hands going between their legs with sympathetic ecstasy overtaking their expressions.

"That's...this is what it feels like? Having your dick sucked?" Rose asked, her eyes fluttering.

Miranda came back into the doorway, leaning against its frame to keep herself upright. She reached for a head that wasn't there at her waist, sucking on a cock she of course did not have, but it was clear she felt it. "Not a complaint," she began breathlessly. "Not at all a complaint, but... maybe... a little warning first?" Miranda swallowed as Asami turned her head to wink at her with Kyle's dick still in her mouth. "But...more of that. A lot more of that."

"Wow," Rose hissed. "Yeah, I want a lot more of that."

"Does anyone else seriously need to fuck if they're gonna be doing that?" Angela called from the hallway.

"Yes!" Miranda answered and pivoted out of the doorway again.

"Oh God, me too," Rose muttered as she followed.

Shannon hesitated only long enough to look back at the pair. She waved a shaky finger at Asami. "A lot more of that," she agreed and staggered off.

Still shocked by the sudden reveals and immobilized by the mouth enveloping his cock, Kyle glanced down at the one woman remaining in the room. Asami winked at him and took in his tool all the way down to the base.

His breath shook. He gave in and focused on everything Asami was doing to him, including that look in her eyes as she consumed and massaged his dick in a slow, sustained act of mutual gluttony. She wanted to serve him and belong to him as a kink. She loved him as an equal, too. He felt the same.

"We've got...stuff to finish...back home...together," he said.

"Mm-hm," she murmured around his cock. And then, in his head: [Knew you'd remember.]

Kyle blinked. Asami grinned and kept sucking. In his mind, Xin let out a pleasured, psychic groan. [That talk went really well.]

* * *

"You know, I always hated this car," said Rose. She gestured past the Corvette's steering wheel to the traffic slowly merging into the freeway off-ramp. "It is expensive and flashy and you wind up sitting through the same terrible traffic as everyone else. Except, what? They should all envy you for the speed you can't use?"

"Do you feel differently now that it's your car?" Kyle asked, sitting beside her.

"That still has not felt real yet. I know it is, but I do not feel it."

[It's as real as you want it to be], Xin told her. [I'm sure we can 'correct' whatever records you need without much trouble. And I can put a psychic marker on this to make sure anyone who comes looking for it goes right by].

"The car is not my biggest concern...but that might be nice until I can sell it."

"What would make you feel like this is real?" Kyle asked.

"I don't know. After everything Emile put me through, it seems as if I should have some moment of release? Like a point where I cannot stop myself from cheering, or maybe crying? Or both?" A fond smile pulled at her mouth. "I suppose I am not giving enough credit to all the amazing sex last night, and this morning, and on the plane."

"Nah. It's understandable to want an emotional release besides sex. All the crap you dealt with could reasonably leave you wanting anything but sex, right?"

"That was the one line Emile did not dare cross," said Rose. "He held so much over my head. I helped him steal and played the bodyguard and the companion because I was afraid he would get me arrested, or deported, or my parents...but he knew I would let him go that far. I would burn it all down first." Free from the exit ramp, Rose continued on their course into the Hollywood Hills. Surface streets led to winding roads along big houses and private drives.

"You don't have to worry about him at all now," said Kyle. "You crushed him last night."

"We crushed him," she corrected gratefully. "Yet he is still out there. What if he had more leverage than I knew?"

[Oh, I probed for that,] Xin assured her. [I gave him a little 'and don't come back' kick on his way out, too. When he thinks of you, he'll trigger more fear than anger or ambition. And we can resolve your other vulnerabilities with a little time, too. Like we're doing now.]

"My emotions are mixed there, too," said Rose.

"It's not really a vacation until you're relaxed and comfortable," Kyle grinned. "Whatever you need, we're here."

"A vacation for life sounds too good to pass up. We may have a little more to discuss about that now that we've had a little time to consider all Xin told us last night. But I am glad to face this issue first."

[They may all come out to the same discussion.]

"Hah. Mind-reader," said Rose.

She pulled off the winding road into a long private driveway. Nestled in the hills behind it was a huge three-story modern Hollywood home. At first glance, the outside to be an even split between floor-to-ceiling windows and actual walls. Balconies ran the entire length of the second and third floors. The greenery continued all around, too, with potted plants and small trees anywhere they wouldn't spoil the view.

A privacy wall blocked off the house from the driveway. Rose opened its gate with a remote in the car. As she pulled through and around the wall, Kyle found a lavish pool taking up much of the front porch. "Holy shit," he blurted.

"It's a lot, isn't it?" Rose conceded. She parked inside the walls, where the driveway spread out with some extra space in front of a garage wide enough for three cars...or six, given the depth of the house. "As crazy as this is, some of the neighbors make it look reasonable."

"I'm blown away. Emile lived here alone?"

"When he didn't have a girlfriend of the month, yes," said Rose.

"Ouch," Kyle chuckled. "I don't wanna be like that, but it's a little close to home."

She grinned at him. "What's the saying? Hate the player, not the game? I only ever thought of hating the player." Rose leaned in and kissed Kyle softly. "With you, I think I will like this game very much." Behind them, Miranda's car pulled into the driveway. "And most especially when we have more playmates."

They exited the car to join Asami, Miranda, and Angela. Two of their companions seemed just as impressed as Kyle. Only Miranda had a different perspective. She looked up and around, smiled and said, "Nice."

"Nice?" Kyle pointed. "That's a six-car garage. And that pool is like... that's like three pools."

"It's only an L-shaped pool and hot tub," Miranda replied. She caught a look from Asami and Angela and rolled her eyes. "I have clients up the road from here and in the other expensive neighborhoods. It's not my income bracket, but I've been to their parties."

"I've only been to few enough to still be impressed," said Angela.

"I smell money laundering," Asami grumbled.

"Ouch," Kyle repeated, laughing again.

"I mean from dirtier deals than anything we did," Asami added.

"Yes," said Rose. She led the way up an exterior staircase to the second floor and keyed in the entry code before pulling her keys. The place was secure enough to need both. Blinds covered the windows until she stepped inside and touched a panel near the door, ordering the blinds to rise and let in natural light.

A long, broad entryway greeted them with indoor plants and modern art on the walls. As Rose brought them inside, more windows opened up, giving a better sense of just how much space the house held, and just how much art. "Okay, I'm back to thinking this place is crazy," said Angela. "Rose, you live here?"

"I have an apartment not far from here, close to the freeway," said Rose. "I don't... I didn't live here. That's what is on my mind. That, and much of this art." She guided the group around the first corner to a living room where the style of art changed. The group found statues, carvings on shelves, paintings and more. Many items were sealed in glass cases.

"Almost all of this is stolen. Some of it was looted in the war in Iraq, or the revolution in Libya, or stolen from other countries in Africa. I helped move it," she said without pride. "This was Emile's big business. These are pieces he hasn't sold yet."

"It's all stolen and he has it on display like an art gallery?" asked Angela. "Right next to the main entry? There's not even a door to this room."

"Most people would figure this isn't weird in such an expensive house," said Asami. "And how many people would recognize it, anyway? Even then, all he has to do is say it's all replicas. Hard to establish probable cause without more than a look."

"These displays are for people who would know what they're looking at and wouldn't mind the illegality, I'm guessing?" said Miranda.

"Yes," said Rose. "These are pieces Emile has not moved yet, either for lack of buyers or lack of motivation. Some pieces I think he wanted to keep for himself." She looked to the others. "I want to send them back. They should go home. Will you help me?"

"Of course," Kyle answered. "Not even a question."

[Hey, look at that, we're doing some good,] Xin teased.

"It may not be as simple as putting everything in crates and sending it anonymously," said Rose. "We don't want an investigation."

"I think Xin can help us cover our tracks, right?" Kyle asked out loud.

[Easily enough. I can imprint the pieces and the packaging with a suggestion to look the other way. Might need some energy for it,] she suggested with clear undertones. [That's not the only thing you'd like help with, is it, Rose?]

"No." She started walking, bringing the group out of the virtual art gallery and into another large living room. Another floor-to-ceiling window looked out on a lush balcony. The furniture was plush and comfortable enough, but it could just as easily have fit in an upscale reception room. "I don't like being in that gallery. The rest isn't so bad, but the house is still not one of good memories for me. I did not enjoy working for Emile. I don't know if that will haunt me, but I also know letting this place go is foolish. It is obviously worth a fortune."

"So is your peace of mind," said Kyle.

Miranda pulled out her phone. "I imagine you don't know how much is left on the mortgage?"

"Emile said he bought it outright. It sounded like an act of pride. That was only a couple of years ago, and it was newly built."

"A little redecorating could go a long way," Angela suggested. "This place is half museum and half hotel lobby. It doesn't feel lived in. There's no stuff and no scent."

"Oh my god, that's it," said Kyle. "Something bugged me about this and I couldn't figure out what, but that's it."

"Yeah, you're right, Angela," Asami nodded. "This isn't a home. It's someone's idea of what a rich person's home should look like. You can make it yours if you want, Rose."

"It is only mine because we scared off its owner," said Rose. "I have searched the home when Emile was away, but I doubt I have found everything yet. The property documents may not be where I think they are."

"Chances are they're here in the house. You have a lot of help."

[A psychic privacy field around the property would turn away almost any trouble,] said Xin. [It would take some energy, but once it's in place this would be one of the safest places in the city. Anyone with the wrong agenda won't be able to find the place, and they'll get a deep sense of stress and frustration for trying.]

"That doesn't resolve problems outside the field," Miranda said, scrolling through her phone. "It's one thing to defend your property line and another to take care of... here we are. Oh, well then," she laughed. "The last realtor has the sale listed on a brag page of their online profile. It wasn't quite eight figures. How humble. But if it's paid for, we have ways to cover the property taxes and the rest easily enough. Vegas proved that."

[I can help chase away the blues and bad memories, too,] Xin offered gently. [If you want. Best therapy you could ask for, right here. If you trust me.]

"I do," said Rose. "I must, considering how far I have already let you in. All of you." She looked to the others with a touch of vulnerability she hadn't shown except for Kyle's first moments alone with her. "I adore you all. I want you all. I want all of this. Constant companionship and this constant sexy vibe. Constant sex," she admitted, almost blushing. "This is all sudden and fast, even with all the telepathy and openness, but... since we have that... this house is paid off, and it is big enough for all of us."

Angela's eyes widened. "Are you asking us to move in here with you? Here?"

"We have talked about this being my place. I would feel better making it ours. If you are interested?"

"Hell, yes. You are fucking hot," said Angela.

"Kyle's place sucks," said Asami. She grinned back at him. "You know I'm going wherever you go. Angela's right, this is all fucking hot."

"It is. You know what I'm gonna say," Kyle told Rose. "What's holding you back?"

Her breath had deepened with emotion as well as desire, but not everyone had answered. "Miranda?"

"Oh, I like the idea, but there is something you should consider." Miranda slipped her phone back into her purse. "We're all tied directly to Kyle and Xin. We have our own minds and they are respectful of that, but let's call it what it is. We're his harem. If we move in together, that will only deepen further, for us and for you. He'll still be at the center of this. He'll also want more women, and often. Xin made that clear last night."

"Wait, she did?" asked Kyle.

[Yeah, in that talk while you were asleep. Vegas made me realize the biggest jumps in energy and recovery of my power come with new partners. Everyone here is wonderful and I want more of you all, but it's a thing. It's partly from your desires, too, Kyle. Everyone's talked about being comfortable with it, so let's be honest: you and I want to fuck a lot more women, and sometimes it will be more emotional than others. We're never going to not want that. It's part of who we are as a symbiotic relationship.]

"And part of us as a harem," said Miranda. "We've had more time to think this over than you, Rose. Xin shares her power with us, but she inhabits Kyle, and making him the center of all this. Even if we play on our own, we still all have a hyper-sexual bond to Kyle first. That will inevitably be part of any home we make together. I believe Xin is being honest with us... and I believe Kyle loves us all," she said, smiling at him. "I love him. I want all this. I'm comfortable with all of this. Are you sure you are, too?"

"Yes." Rose looked from her to Kyle, her breath growing heavy. "We spoke of it last night, when I first joined you at the game. I am ready for this."

"I really hope so, because this is getting me horny as hell again," said Asami.

"Right?" said Angela.

[I could make it better for everyone, if you're willing. I've mitigated jealousy so far, helping you work through any such feelings in seconds. Being open along the way has helped. But I haven't changed or controlled anyone, and I wouldn't do that without your consent. If we're being open, though... I can make the sharing even hotter for you all.]