Alien Vacation Ch. 13

"Uh...kinda hot already, or did we not have more women with us last night?" Angela laughed. "As long as we're all sharing and it's equal. Kyle might be at the center, but it's not only Kyle we're enjoying."

[I could erase any jealousies entirely. I could even turn it into a fetish. You'd be turned on by our promiscuity.]

"And then you would grow in power, and share that with us?" Miranda guessed.

[Yes.]

As Xin telepathically spoke to everyone, Kyle's eyes flicked from one woman to the next. He could see Angela, Rose, and Asami all getting wildly turned on, though they said little. He felt the same way. He could bet every cent of his recent fortunes on how Asami felt about all this and guessed Angela saw much the same appeal. Miranda wasn't just on board with this; she actively pursued the whole arrangement. Rose differed only in being new to this.

[If I place psychic field to protect this property, I could also have it deepen this harem effect. You would enjoy even greater harmony, intimacy, and heightened sexual arousal. All the safety and comforts of home, but hornier and sluttier. Only if you consent.]

"With no impact on our freedom?" asked Miranda.

[Never. You'd all still be free to walk away if you ever chose. I think you all have the financial means to walk away easily, too. Kyle wants you here by your consent. So do I. It's no good without consent... but I hope this would be one more reason you'd choose to stay.]

Kyle wasn't sure what to say. He felt very much at the center of all this, all to his benefit, but he saw how it worked for the others, too. He could've heard a pin drop.

Instead, he heard the zipper of Rose's dress. She let it fall, revealing a blue satin bra and panties ensemble. Her tall, shapely figure and flawless dark brown skin caught his breath once again even after the previous night's intimacy. Rose stepped stepped out of the fabric pooled at her feet and slid up to Kyle. "I consent," she said, and kissed him deeply.

His thoughts fell away within that kiss, soon replaced by others—thoughts that weren't entirely Kyle's. No words or images came with the soft, sudden rush, but with the brief psychic wave, he understood Rose's every emotion and desire. He understood what she wanted, and why, and how consciously she wanted it all...along with exactly what she consented to.

She already had his pants undone and his erection free when the rush subsided. It had only taken a couple of seconds. Their lips and their minds parted. Rose stared deeply into his eyes for only a second before sliding down his body to kneel in front of him. Her hands felt wonderful around his cock. Her mouth felt even better.

Warm, wet devotion slid up and down the length of his cock. They bonded again, this time with purely carnal sensations. Another slow in-and-out of her mouth and his cock left Rose trembling with all the same pleasures she gave Kyle. He could sense the damp, aching heat between her legs where she knelt on the floor to serve him. Arousal soared within them both. Rose needed to be fucked, but sucking his cock felt too good to stop.

They swam in this connection for a minute or more before Kyle's eyes fluttered open. His three other lovers watched in silent rapture. All three of them felt every pleasure of Rose's blowjob through their telepathic bond. All three were on the verge of groaning, collapsing onto the couch, or sinking down beside Rose to share.

[Kyle,] said a voice in his mind, and this time it wasn't Xin. Rose stared up at him with her eyes wide and her mouth all the way down on his cock. [I am part of your harem. I think we know who this house truly belongs to. Make it yours.]

Her lips and tongue sent waves of pleasure through his cock to the rest of his body, and through her own...and the others standing behind her, watching. Yearning.

"Oh god, it's like a cult except it's fucking awesome," murmured Angela.

"I'm so in love with you all," Miranda whispered without thinking.

Asami said nothing. It was all in her eyes.

"Strip for me," Kyle told them softly.

The command found breathless arousal and submission. Though none of them dragged it out, all three women moved with deliberate appeal to their audience of one, with the moment enhanced by the relentless service of Rose's mouth. A performer already, Angela knew how to show off her tanned, statuesque curves for a lustful gaze, but Kyle was the first man who ever got a truly sexual show. Asami shed her clothes with less dance and more desire, which made her no less mesmerizing. Miranda unzipped and unbuttoned slower, dropping her outer layers but staying in her tasteful black lace... sans her panties, which she slipped down her legs without ever breaking eye contact.

His eyes drank in the sight. Rose kept working his cock. Asami dragged a trembling hand across her inner thigh to her soaking wet pussy, letting out a tiny whimper. Angela and Miranda weren't far behind. Kyle didn't delay out of any deliberate thought; he, too, could barely think through the haze Rose cast upon him.

There was only one way through it, and they all needed it. Even Xin. [We're gonna live like this, Kyle. All the time.]

"I need you on the couch," Kyle murmured. "All four of you. Xin... we've got a house to claim."

It was a display of submission by all four, rewarded with sensual pleasures that ran through their bodies as they turned and bent over the broad couch in a line. None of them felt any reluctance or objected to catering to his ego—not when the act felt so good, and that was before Kyle even touched them.

He began with Rose, slipping her pants and panties down to reveal her luscious and shapely ass. Beside her was Angela's model-perfect curves, Asami's taut and athletic flesh, and Miranda worthy of a centerfold and framed in black lace. Yet he could only have one in the flesh at a time.

Rose shivered as Kyle spread his hands over her hips. The touch of his cock against her wet pussy drew out a breath, which only got louder as his dick sank inside her. "Ooooh," she moaned loudly... and, as with her blowjob, her pleasures were not hers alone.

"Aaahhnn," Miranda whined. Asami leaned forward against the couch in sympathetic ecstasy. Angela could only gasp and whine. Kyle's dick slid in and out of Rose, penetrating and spreading her, but the others enjoyed it almost as much as the real thing.

Almost. As Kyle fucked Rose harder and deeper, the rest of the harem moaned and writhed in ecstasy and the knowledge they had the real thing to look forward to.

"Oh god, tell me we'll do this all the time," Miranda almost pleaded.

"We will," Kyle breathed. He thrust harder, selfishly pulling Rose back against his hips, fucking with only satisfaction in mind. Rose reeled with pleasure. "You're all mine now."

[Yeessss!] Xin cried with lust.

"Oh! Oh! Nnh! Yes!" Rose grunted and whimpered, utterly taken and loving it. Kyle fucked her like sinking all the way to the hilt wasn't deep enough. His size and relentless pace had Rose overwhelmed. Psychic rapture swept through the both of them, building and creating a feedback loop of power and sensation and a desire for more. Before long, parts of her mind shut down, but Rose never lost consciousness and never missed a thrust or the sensual ripples it sent through her core.

Orgasm came in a rush. The chains of sensation between them meant Rose and Kyle built and hit the edge almost simultaneously, and neither could really perceive who went over first. Tremors at her core exploded throughout her body as Kyle unleashed a torrent of cum within her. All the strength left the rest of his body as he pumped away in satisfaction and release.

Before he was finished, he became dimly aware of three more writhing bodies and trembling voices beside them. Tending to her psychic harvest, Xin left his body weak for the rest of the ride, but he knew she'd have plenty left over for the others. Rose was only the beginning.

As soon as relief washed over him, he'd need to move on. Three more lovers welcomed him with the same primal need and awaited the same psychic and sexual rush.

This was home now.

* * *

"You're a little quiet. How are you doing?" asked Kyle.

Glancing away from the steering wheel, Asami grinned with only half of her mouth. "All those psychic powers and you need to ask?"

"They're always on, but I'm not always using them. Seems kind of rude to use them on you without asking first. Even after everything."

"And here I thought we established I'm okay with everything," said Asami.

"I'm still going to ask," he replied, grinning. She kept her eyes on the road, but he could sense the tension in the way she shared his grin. That tension seemed like a constant between them, relieved only by sex—and they both liked it that way.

The rest of this drive was new to Kyle. Asami drove through mid-afternoon traffic in a grey hoodie over her uniform. He hadn't thought about the mundane routines of her job before now, though this seemed like only one habit of several. Other cops, she said, got changed at work. She didn't like wearing her uniform openly in a civilian context, hence the hoodie. This routine saved her time.

Psychic-powered all-night orgies and biochemical revitalization saved her a lot of time, too, apparently. Xin had power to burn after the christening of their new home. Instead of being worn out and sore, Kyle and Asami felt refreshed and energized after waking up from only an hour's nap long after dawn. Everyone had their own matters to attend today, but Asami was the only one who had to get back to work.

"I'm tense. I'm wound up and I'm tense because I'm thinking about what we're gonna do. What you're gonna do, partly. That's the good part." A rocky note came through her admission. "Xin wasn't kidding when she offered to turn this into a fetish. She did a good job."

[You're welcome,] said Xin, otherwise quiet through this trip. She knew when to take the back seat in their minds.

"Anyway. That part of the plan feels super naughty, but also awesome. Then I think I'm using it to distract myself from the bigger stuff. And then I wonder if I'm having second thoughts."

"About what we're doing here?" asked Kyle. "It's okay if you want to hold off."

"No, it needs to be done." Asami opened her grip on the wheel to stretch out her fingers and curled them in again. "My second thoughts are about other stuff." She flashed him a little smile. "Maybe I don't have to talk it out if you can just read my thoughts, but it's probably best that you aren't doing that. I don't have my thoughts sorted out yet for myself anyway."

"I like bonding that way, but I like talking, too. Whatever you want, whenever you want." Kyle shrugged. "Everyone needs their space."

"Speaking of," said Asami. She waited until they came to a stop at a light that had just turned red. "Hey Xin, how are the others?"

Ripples of pleasure ran through them before they caught images or voices. For a brief moment, the car became a dim bedroom and their senses shifted into someone else's body. Angela laid back in a luxurious bed with the blankets kicked back and her legs spread wide. Between her thighs, Rose and Miranda provided steady, relentless, expert oral attention. Every stroke of their tongues across her pussy and soft kisses on her clit shot through the pair in the car miles away.

The images and sensations faded fast. The after-effects hung around a little longer. "Wow," said Asami. "Guess it's hard to get around to leaving when you're in this kind of company."

"Yeah. Uh. Wow." Kyle shook himself. "I hadn't actually felt that before. That's amazing."

"You hadn't?"

"Kinda caught up in my own action most of the time things have been going on," said Kyle.

"Huh. You like it?"

His breath shook a little. "Yeah," he admitted. "Yeah, I do. Maybe not as much as I like my own perspective, but... it's different and it's awesome."

[Partners matter,] noted Xin. [I don't think you'd enjoy their perspective while they had another man. You don't share that attraction. Harmony doesn't mean you all want the same things.]

"But you want it all, huh Xin?" Asami asked her.

[Fuck yes, I do. I want this, too.]

"Well, we're coming up on it." The department headquarters was a broad four-story building occupying the whole block. Its parking lot lay behind a hedge and a pale wall, with a gated entry watched by a guard booth. "You've got the juice to make this work?"

[After last night? Absolutely. I could 'brute force' this whole thing if I had to, but I like the plan a lot better. This way I'll have more than enough power to burn.]

"Now it's time for constant mind-reading." Kyle grinned at Asami again. "I'll make sure we don't go too deep."

"No way, go as deep as you want every time. Oh, I'm sorry, you meant the mind-reading," she joked. Then she took a steadying breath. "Right. Here we go."

She flashed her pass card at the gate and pulled inside. The gate guard looked right past Kyle in the front passenger seat without ever noticing him. Asami parked, kissed Kyle for her nerves, left her hoodie behind, and walked inside.

Kyle stayed in the car. He could have walked in with her and gone just as unnoticed by all as he had at the gate, but it was easier on Xin if Asami scoped things out for them in advance. Kyle settled back and let his mind blur into Asami's sight and hearing as she walked inside.

Bright hallways and offices still dark in the early morning hours welcomed her back. It wasn't long before she heard voices and found activity. With Xin's active aid, however, she sensed and absorbed so much more: idle chatter, stressful priorities, fatigue, anger, fear. Xin quickly dialed down the negatives, but it was enough to punctuate just how unpleasant a police headquarters was for many ordinary people. Thoughts of "Fuck, they know it was me" flew around, but not without plenty of terrified thoughts from those who were arrested but were truly innocent. Asami knew nothing about the system was ever perfect, but the wash of unguarded internal monologues gave her a whole new awareness.

[Sorry about that. Learning the environment. I'm compensating,] Xin assured her.

The stress and negatives died down. Asami felt close to normal again, and had never given any outward sign of her experience to onlookers. It still left an impression. [Wow,] thought Asami.

[We can't fix everything,] Xin told her gently. [I'm sorry. I know it sucks. At least we can do this one thing today. Maybe it'll lead to more on its own, but I can't get more involved than what we're already doing.]

[I understand,] Asami replied. [It's a lot to think about going forward after today.]

[Whatever you want to do, you'll have my support. I mean that. It's your call, Asami.]

She smiled inwardly. [Thank you, Xin.]

Asami came into an open-office plan of desks ringed by the private offices of higher-ranking types. With a few glances and a little psychic expansion of her senses, Asami found everyone she expected in place. The morning shift was coming on, with all the usual faces from the mid-watch still around.

Lieutenant Mead stood in the doorway of her office speaking with a sergeant. She was brunette, fit, and pretty. With only the first brush of Xin's rapid mental probes, she proved every bit as amenable to the plan as Asami had hoped. [I think you picked a good one,] Xin told her.

[Cool. Let's do this,] Asami decided.

* * *

In the security monitor room, Officer Frank Smith fought off the worst of his boredom by catching up on his paperwork. Security watch was never all that thrilling. Nobody wanted to pull anything stupid on a whole police station. Even so, the rules said someone had to be on watch. Today it was Frank's turn. At least it was easy duty.

The monitors showed all the same things they usually showed. Cars came and went from the lot while people moved up and down the halls inside. A computer bell summoned Frank's attention for two whole seconds, sending him glancing to the screen and then to his mouse with hardly any conscious thought. He set the task in motion before he even thought twice about it.

That second thought urged him to send out a message to those who needed to know: "Have to reboot for an update. Nobody do anything naughty." He added two emojis and then forgot about the whole thing.

The psychic suggestion that created the image of the software update also prevented him from sending the warning about the reboot that wasn't really needed, all for an update that wasn't even really there. Frank sent the message to the trash instead without realizing it.

Though ultimately harmless, the reboot covered the tracks of one unwelcome guest in case anything went wrong on the way inside.

* * *

Still in the car, Kyle "looked" around the main office floor through Xin's connection to Asami, and then through a series of other eyes as Xin's psychic awareness spread through the floor. He quickly got the hang of the layout, noted and then dismissed mind after mind, all with the super-computer speed of Xin's awareness.

In mere seconds, Xin found the object of her search right where Asami expected. Kyle stepped out of the car, unseen by the handful of witnesses in the parking lot. Heads turned away without a second thought as he crossed the lot and walked up the steps to the doors. He didn't need an entry card of his own, just the card of the cop entering right in front of him.

Every step built the thrill of anticipation. Kyle's role in the plan was the naughtiest, and also the biggest power trip yet. Just knowing he could walk into some place, let alone a police station, and do what he was about to do was one hell of a rush. Even with Xin's assurances of no harm and complete consent, this felt just wrong enough to make it extra exciting.

Then she spoke up just before he hit the door. [Uh-oh. Snag,] Xin warned him.

[What snag?] Kyle prodded.

[What's wrong?] Asami asked in the same instant.

[Mead's kind of a bigot,] Xin explained. [Sorry. She knows how to hide it well. Beneath all the smiles and nods and talk about fairness, she's got a lot of biases. She'd be totally open to what we have to offer, but I know how you feel about that.]

[Nope,] Kyle agreed. [That's out.]

Asami was even more emphatic. [Do not fuck any hating bitches even if it helps me. Racists don't deserve that dick.]

[No argument here, but I'm already on my way in,] said Kyle. He was only two steps away from the door and his unwitting ticket inside. Their window of blind cameras would last only a couple of minutes. [Guess we have to wing it.]

[God, that's disappointing. I thought she was cool,] thought Asami. [Okay, fine. She's not the only possibility around here. That was just my first call and we didn't know how it would play out until Xin gave her the query. Someone else will go for it. Stick with the plan. You all good on your own?]

Kyle made it inside before the door shut behind him. The man in front of him never knew the difference. It was a trick he knew he could never pull off alone. [I'm never on my own anymore,] Kyle assured her.

[Shoot. Roll call is in ten minutes. Is that enough time?] Asami asked.

[I'm searching,] Xin answered. [The stress levels around here slow me down a bit. Fewer people want to engage, even subconsicously.]

Rather than spend her energy unnecessarily, Kyle ducked into the first closet. Better to hide for a few minutes than make Xin cover him while he wandered around. He didn't prod Xin further, but she could sense his question.

[Okay, we've got a few options,] said Xin. [This will work a lot better if you let me do all the talking, though. Call it consensual brute force. We don't have a lot of time.]

[I trust you. Might be more fun to do it your way,] Kyle agreed.