The Naked Weapon Pt. 05

Fortunately, because this world was so far off the beaten path and protected by these creepy mofos, it was plausible for a Doyen's bodyguard to go naked. Which is why I was able to hopefully impress Mr. Mordin, even as I also sent a telepathic squirt to Magnum: That's a reference to an Earth TV show. It's like saying 'oh, hi, I'm Badman McBlackshirt from Lost.

I never saw Lost, Magnum sent back. But I understand the gist of it.

"And what about your friend?" Opal asked, trying to sound sweet and innocent as she clapsed her hand before her belly. This had the delicious side effect of pushing her breasts up and together with her arms. I didn't know if Opal was just innately erotic, or if she was trying to distract the black hole space alien from another dimension with the amazing power of her titty. But, either way, good on her.

"We are all Mordin," Mr. Mordin said.

Fucker. That was Kosh's line.

Walking into the city proper, we put as much space between us and the gate guards as we could. Fortunately, the interior the city was as beautiful and interesting as I had hoped. The Doyen had used their psychic powers to blast away sand stone and sculpt buildings out of the interior. Doors led into chambers that were lit by contained balls of pyrokinetic fire, while shimmering tubes of pure light lifted people from the lower levels to the higher levels of the interior gantry-way. Doyen strutted about the place in swaggering mobs. I could tell which ones were from which house from their coloration, and I noticed almost immediately that the city was divided off into little fiefdoms where different Doyen houses had set up shop. But intermixed among the Doyen themselves were their vassal races.

So, like, most races in the Doyen Empire were mindless slaves and chattel. That just meant that they weren't psychic. But apparently, some races had lucked into enough psychic talent that the Doyen had simply razed their cities, killed every single one that hadn't bent their knee, and forced the survivors into vassalage. Since the rate of discovery of psionic races was super low, the most recently vassalized race had been made to bend knee and kiss Doyen balls about the same time Charlamange's sons were learning that primogeniture was a really good idea.

This meant that most vassals, as weird as it was to us freedom loving, revolutionary happy, emperor murdering psychopath monkeys with high explosives, were happy being in the Doyen Empire. They had positions of rank and privilage and, unlike the Doyen themselves, they were rarely targeted directly by assassination. And when assassination sometimes included lethal memes, psi-controlled geishas programmed to explode during coitus, and the good old fashioned Ceaser (I.E, getting all your buddies and just shivving a bitch), that was a nice thing to not be involved with.

And the perks!

I watched as a vassal swaggered by. He looked like a four armed, four eared, four legged giant purple people eater. I wasn't kidding. He was purple, and his mouth looked like it could unhinge and unhinge again. Massive teeth thrust past the lips and dripped with greenish pile. He sauntered along, followed by a string of humanoid aliens that looked like twelve year old girls -- save they were bald and were each surrounded by a glowing aura of shimmering light. Then there was a glowing cloud of gas wearing a sash of pure violet. Don't ask me how a gas wears a sash. Maybe it telekinetically gripped the sash against its roiling body. And then there was a school of fish contained in an orb of water contained in a blue field of telekinetic energy. The school of fish surrounded a humanoid figure in a fetal position -- it looked like coral, grown like a person, and the fish swam in and out of the humanoid figure.

"Ugh," Ali muttered under her breath. "This place is so fucking crowded..."

"Unusually so?" Magnum asked, sounding uber paranoid. Good. This was a time to be paranoid.

"More than I've heard," Ali said. "Come!" She snapped her fingers imperiously and started towards one of the glowing pillars of light. Stepping into it, the pillar flared and pulsed and dragged her upwards and deposited her on a shelf of sandstone that went past what seemed to be a few dozen large doors leading into ante-chambers of hotels. At least, I thought they were hotels, considering each one had some vassal or mindless behind a desk. The rest of us hustled into the light tube. Being yanked and dragged upwards, then deposited on the ground was actually kind of fun. Like a roller coaster, but with less lines.

Catching up with Ali, I looked around myself as we walked into one of the hotels. The mindless serf behind the desk bowed her head so low that her pink forehead nearly bumped against the glowing crystal of the desk.

"Glorious one!" she squeaked, her furred antennas twitching. "How may I serve you today, oh conqueror of the universe, oh undefeated one, oh shining beacon of purity and light."

Ali flicked her hand. "I want a suite of rooms for me and my Fremen bodyguard. One with one entrance and no windows."

"That will cost extra," the pink alien said, looking as if she was regretting her life choices. Or maybe just regretting life in general, considering how little choices many mindless serfs got. "The current one door room is occupied, and ousting the Sir Temmitz will be difficult."

"Then the next most secure chamber," Ali said, filling her voice with dripping contempt. Her subtext said: Stop wasting my time or I'll gut you myself.

The pink alien bobbed in a bow -- a bow so fast and so deep that she nearly put her face through the desk. "Yes, glorious one!"

The hotel room was a nearly perfect recreation of the castle chamber that I had seen back on the Doyen capital. However, rather than being made of telekinetic energy fields, this room was just boring old stone and cloth. But someone had gone through and laboriously painted everything with a bright brush, shimmering the place up so it looked telekinetic. Ali sat down on the bed with a sigh while I checked the door on the right side of the room -- it led back into the corridor. Magnum checked the door on the left side of the room. That also led out into the corridor. There was a window on the far wall that looked out on the city itself.

So, three ways for assassins to get in. No wonder it was cheaper.

Opal leaned against the wall next to the window. She turned her head and looked out of it, peering down at the city proper. "So, who wants to bring it up first?"

"The fact that black hole aliens are talking to parallel universe humans?" Ebony asked. "I'm not sure what there is to talk about beyond saying 'well, that's a thing.'"

"It's proof that parallel universes exist!" Opal said, excitedly. "Scientists have debated about that since the freaking Double Slit experiment! Which freaking pre-dates fucking Napoleon!" She bounced excitedly, her breasts jiggling as she hopped from foot to foot. "What if we can find the universe without President Trump?"

"Belay that!" Magnum snapped.

Opal shut her mouth.

Magnum's face was fierce. Like, honest to god fierce. "There's lots of regulations I'm lax on," he said -- which was news to me, considering how he was Mr. Stick in the Butt. "-but that's one I won't, that I cannot be lax on. PsiCom has a duty to protect the sovereignty of every signatory to the PsiCom Treaty. To have any member of PsiCom talking like that is the first step to members of PsiCom interfering with Earth politics."

We were all quiet for a moment.

"We still get to vote, right?" I asked. "I mean, I filled out an absentee ballot."

"Voting is one thing," Magnum said, shaking his head. "But what if we manage to secure the situation in space enough that some of us can go home without risking the planet. I don't want a single member of PsiCom to return with any stance other than abject apoliticism. The amount of damage a single psychic could do to a democratic institution is..." He shook his head. "it's hard to countenance."

Opal sighed, quietly.

Ali looked utterly confused. I mouthed 'i'll explain later' at her. Then, looking at Magnum, I smiled. "Consider me as apolitical as a polecat!" I said, cheerfully. "And not a poll-cat. See, the joke is a poll is a political query, while a polecat is a ferret and, uh..." Seeing his expression, I coughed. "And, uh, Ebony, as much as she is fulfilling the role as team killjoy-"

Ebony steped over and kicked me in the shin.

"Ow! Fuck!" I hopped on one foot. This produced a flopping motion in my dick that Opal found utterly hilarious. I scowled. "Sorry. Team realist."

Ebony inclined her head.

"She's right. The fact the Abyss aliens talk to other universes is, at most, kinda interesting. What matters way more is getting to them, paying them, and figuring out who the sneaky robe fucker is." I set my foot down.

"Payment is easy," Ali said. "We just need to pay in secrets. Getting there simply requires getting to the gate in the heart of the city. We step through that gate, we reach the Abyss." She shook her head. "That might be trickier though. Violence is forbidden, but making any move towards the gate will mean that every spy in the city will be trying to figure out who we are. If any do, then that might be enough to unite the Doyen factions against us. And if every Paladin here decided to screw the rules..."

Ebony nodded.

"Well, why don't we get an intermediary?" Opal asked. "There's a bunch of vassals out there. If we are discrete, we can get a discrete messenger and send them all discrete like to the gate with our query and our payment."

"Assuming said vassal doesn't run off to their master with news that humans are in the house," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

Everyone considered.

Tycho snapped her fingers. "Wait!" She pointed at me. "Biokinesis!"

"...yes?" I asked. "Is your head hurting again?"

"No, I mean, we haven't really explored the full breadth of your biokin!" Tycho said, stepping over and putting her finger on my forehead. She pushed, gently. "It can heal and it can make your donger bigger. What if we try and push it beyond that." She turned back to face the others. Since I was seated on the bed next to Ali, this meant I got a near perfect face-full of glorious black ass. Tycho might have been the skinniest girl in the group, but that didn't mean her ass wasn't mouth-watering, quarter bouncing fucking perfection. I was somehow able to hear the rest of her sentence over my sudden drooling.

"What if we make Pirate look like a Vassal?" she beamed. "His callsign is Pirate Mask after all."

The others looked thoughtful.

"I've always wanted to be a cat!" I said.

"Isn't biokinesis on that scale incredibly dangerous?" Ali asked, biting her lip. "I've heard tales of Doyen squeezing their hearts in half, or crushing the trench organs into shards."

"I...always...wanted to be a cat..." I whimpered.

"I'll want a second for this," Magnum said. "Someone who can fix anything that goes wrong if he tries it." He nodded. "It's worth doing not just for the security but for the long term strategic and tactical opportunities it opens."

Ali stood. "I can find a biokinetic in the merchant shops. Trooping out with my full menagerie will draw attention so..." She pointed at Magnum and Tycho. "You two will be sufficient." She paused. "If that's okay, Magnum."

He bowed his head. "Of course. A heavy hitter and an escape route." He smiled. Tycho cracked her knuckles. I opened my mouth -- but before I could object, Ali stepped over and leaned down and kissed me. And I mean kissed. Doyen kiss like fucking champs. It had something to do with their obscenely long, stupidly dextrious tongues. As her tongue filled my throat and teased my own tongue, my toes curled and I shuddered in pleasure. When she drew back, I could barely remember English, let alone that I had any objections.

Ali smiled. "I want you to focus on your own body. Knowing it as it is now means you'll know how it works. That will be important once you start changing things, no?" She grinned and winked at me. I nodded quickly. That was good. Sense made. Yes. I was still panting as Ali turned and sauntered out. Her hips rolled and her ass jiggled as she walked out of the door -- and behind her went Tycho and Magnum, looking the whole world like the badass bodyguards they were.

That left me and Ebony and Opal. Opal looked awkward. Ebony looked bored. She yawned, then said: "I'll check the adjoining rooms."

She turned and walked into the adjoining room. The glimpse I saw through the crystal door was another bedroom entirely complete with a glowing orb of violet light that served no function I could identify.

That left me alone. With Opal.

With a raging hardon. I had caught my member between my thighs and was trying to squish it down as I sat on the bed. This meant I looked awkward as fucking balls as I sat there, with one leg cocked upwards and my foot kicking in the air slightly. I rested my palms on the bed behind me. Opal was looking at the ceiling. She whistled quietly, a tuneless sound, barely making it past her dry lips. Her breasts were so full and perfect and perky. Trying to hide my eagerness was only making my cock -- in the mode of all teenage boys ever -- go: Oh, you want me to do one thing? Well, I'm going to do another thing right fucking back at you, you're not my REAL dad!

Opal looked at me. Then away. Then back.

I remembered the two of us floating in spectral forms in the jungle. Watching Magnum as he slowly pumped his own cock. But I wasn't remember him -- I was remembering Opal's fingers creeping closer and closer to her own hairless sex. My eyes followed that slow course along her curves, to her belly, to her belly button. I knew I should stop. I should look back up at her eyes and make conversation about something. Anything. Instead, my traitor eyes slipped further down, across the smooth plane of her lower stomach, to where her pubic hair would have been if she hadn't shaved and waxed and...

Nnhh.

Her pussy lips were perfect. Pert and plush and dark, they were also slick with the kind of arousal that felt just normal in PsiCom. The fact she was utterly naked -- that we basically had to be naked -- only added an extra, exotic edge to it. Her breath caught and my eyes jerked up to her eyes. She was looking at me. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she bit back a moan.

The moment held.

Stretched.

Snapped.

And I wasn't sure who had done what first. Had she stepped forward or had my talent yanked at her hands? I wasn't sure. All I knew was I suddenly had a lap full of curvy, gorgeous Indian not-my-girlfriend-girl. Her thighs were spread and her dripping juices teased along my cock, while my feet were planted on the floor. My hands skimmed along her smooth, dusky thighs, back to grab two great big handfuls of her cushy, cushy ass. The squeeze drew a gasp of pleasure from her and her mouth opened as she leaned forward. Our lips locked and my tongue plunged between her lips.

It was wrong.

I knew it.

And I didn't stop...

Her tongue and mine wrestled. Opal didn't have the superhumanly long tongue of a Doyen. But unlike Ali, she was sooo much softer and squishier. My hands skimmed from the round double-globe of her perfect ass to the curve of her spine to under her armpit to her tits. Holy shit. My hands cupped and squeezed and she moaned, drawing her mouth back, panting heavily. My fingers found her nipples and I tweaked them just the way Ali liked. Apparently, that transmitted across species, because Opal gasped and quivered in my lap. Her juices slicked my cock as my member teased up and down her sex, moving with the motion of her hips and mine. I was rocking her in my lap, trying desperately to grind every inch of my member against her.

"Oh Abby," she whispered, huskily. Her mouth found my neck and kissed and I realized that the desperate horniness I was feeling was getting stronger. It wasn't just that Beli -- remembering callsigns felt a bit too much like work at the moment -- was gorgeous. It was something more. But then the heat ratcheted up another level of intensity as her sex glided along my cock. She felt nearly frictionless, that was how fucking soaked she was. I realized, suddenly...she was amplifying me.

Beli was the team empath. She felt my horniness, added her horniness to it, and radiated that backwards, like two closeted gay men jammed into a locker after gym class. No wonder we were both going fuck happy! I put my hands on her hips and shoved her backwards. She fell onto the floor with a loud slap of jiggly ass cheeks onto the floor. Beli gaped up at me. And now I felt irritation spike through me -- an unfortunate side effect of the empathic link. I quashed that feeling almost immediately and said: "We can't!"

Beli blinked a few more times at me.

"I don't want to cheat on my girl-"

"Pirate Mask," Beli said, her voice tight. "Did you not notice her set this up?"

I blinked at her.

"She picked Magnum and Tycho to go with her on the mission."

"Also," Ebony leaned in from the other room. "She asked me to record it with my telepathy and share it once she got back." Then she casually leaned back out of sight.

Beli glared at me.

I blinked at her.

"...oh." I coughed. "Uh...kind of a mood killer?"

"Just a bit," Beli said, standing up, her hands on her ass. She rubbed it, wincing. "Ow. My poor trunk."

I smiled, shyly. My hands took hold of her hips and turned her around. I leaned forward and reverently kissed one of the places where her butt had met the floor. My lips parted and I lapped at her dusky brown skin. My eyes closed and I heard Beli giggle quietly. Then I focused on my biokinetic power and soothed what little hurt was there. This brought a soft sigh from the other girl. My tongue drew a slow circle around the other cheek. Once she was completely healed -- in D&D terms, she'd taken, like, 1 non-lethal damage, it wasn't hard to fix -- I paused...and then wondered...

What if...

"HOLY VISHNU!" Beli screamed in what I presumed was her native language. It translated in my mind -- thank you psyhcic powers -- but what was more impressive was her sex clenching and squirting. Like, a thick streamer of clear girl-juice shot from her sex and splashed along the floor as her knees locked, her eyes widened, and her whole body seemed to lock up. A moment later, like a puppet with her strings cut, she dropped into my arms and I sagged backwards into the bed, trying to support her. Sweat broke out across her skin and Beli gasped heavily, her eyes looking unfocused and hazy.

"What was that!?" Ebony asked, running into the room. She had created a tiny psi-knife, and was glaring around herself, clearly thinking we were under attack.

"Do her..." Beli slurred. "Holy fuck."

"I don't think I should do that to someone without asking," I said, chuckling as I caressed some of Beli's long, wavy hair out of the way so I could start kissing and sucking on her neck. She seemed to be so sensitive that every single kiss caused her to twitch and wriggle slightly, which set off the most astounding jiggling throughout her body.

"You..." Ebony paused. "You used biokinesis on her?" She asked, looking down at the puddle at Beli's feet. "To give her an orgasm?"

I grinned, sheepishly. "It seemed like a good idea at the time!"

"More like..." Beli closed her eyes. "More like, ah, a moment of pure celestial bliss. Oh gods..." She weakly tried to lift one leg. "Fuck me now, please..." she groaned.