Classified (The Harem at the End of the Galaxy, #2)

by Kenze, Kyle

  “You smell good,” I said.

  “Mmmm. Glad you like it. There's a special ingredient.”

  I'll bet there is. Pheromones of the future. Almost had to be.

  The scent got into my bloodstream every time I took a good, deep breath. On my planet, in my time, they'd bottle the damn stuff and sell it back to you for five hundred dollars a shot.

  My dick thrust higher. Faster. Lacey's high, round boobs bounced madly. I reached up to squeeze them, the better to offer them some much-needed support. We seemed to pace each other perfectly, speeding up together at precisely the right moment. A trot became a gallop became a breakneck lunge across a finish line...

  When she pulsed, of course I did the same. The fierceness of her orgasm popped me off instantly.

  As she slumped on top of me, the secret basement under the Pentagon seemed very far away. We may have drowsed a little.

  “You don't doubt us anymore.” At last, she found her voice, the voice made of honey that tickled so deliciously into my ear. “I can feel it, you don't have to say a thing.”

  “I've been there. In the sub-sub-sub basement. The place you guys told me about. I don't know what I pictured, but it's an entire research facility down there.”

  Her bare body felt good nuzzling on top of me. It would be so easy to slip away into dreamless sleep. She must have felt the same way because it seemed as if there was a tiny glitch in time.

  A giggle from the trees. We blinked awake. Lacey pushed into the sitting position, while I lounged back on my elbows. It was hard to let go of that pleasant, lazy feeling, but I forced myself to call out.

  “You might as well show yourself. We know you're there.”

  The giggle belonged to a blonde who could have been Lacey's twin. Of course. They were clones, and clones came in certain styles. This one had a touch of the rebel in her, to judge from the black lace bracelet tattoo on her wrist and the stripe of pink in her hair, which was otherwise exactly the same color blonde as Lacey's but cut to shoulder-length instead of being allowed to fall to her waist.

  Their basketball-sized boobies were identical until you looked close enough to spot a tiny blood-red ruby stud set in the new girl's right nipple. It clashed with the pink stripe, deliberately so.

  “I'm Lily.”

  “A pleasure.” Although it was a silly thing to say to a naked woman. Should I get up and shake her hand? But she'd already dropped down to the blanket beside me. Her scent was the same as Lacey's, and my nostrils tingled as I took another deep breath.

  “You two looked like you were having so much fun.” Her eyes danced over my body, but she didn't quite touch me. Not yet.

  I turned on my side to look at Lily more directly, and Lacey squirmed to cuddle me from behind. Distracting, but in a good way. My dick, already hard again, pointed straight at Lily.

  “I said she could watch,” Lacey admitted. “I didn't think you would mind. You don't mind, do you, Clayton?”

  I knew what she was asking, and it was about a lot more than mere watching. “Of course, I don't mind. There's plenty of me to go around.”

  Both girls giggled.

  “I want to touch it,” Lily said.

  “Don't be shy. Really, don't be. You don't have to ask. Just grab.”

  “Lacey thought...” She looked over my shoulder to exchange a look with her clone. “The thing is, we didn't want to overwhelm you.”

  “If I can fly through space and time to the end of the galaxy, I think I can handle a matched set of clones who feel warm for my form.”

  They exchanged another look.

  “Hey. Hey.” I hugged Lily tighter. “It's all right, it really is. Yes, I already understand there's more than just two of you. How many more of you I don't know, but I'm confident I'll be able to handle it as soon as you feel comfortable telling me. We'll work it out, no matter how many women there are. This doesn't scare me. Men of my time weren't the fragile fainting flowers you may have been led to believe because of the whole dying off thing. It'll be fine.”

  Lacey was grinding playfully against my ass. Lily suddenly flipped onto her belly, the better show off her own ass. Somehow, I instantly knew the two girls had frequently humped each other just like this.

  “I've very sensitive back there.” Lifting her belly clear off the ground, arching her firm rump in my direction, Lily reached back to spread her own butt-cheeks. Her tiny rosebud was already writhing, but it seemed impossibly small. “Try me and see.”

  I licked my index finger and then walked it down the sleek split of her perfectly rounded globes. When the pad of my finger notched up against her hole, the tender flesh fluttered more urgently, as if her tightest tunnel was trying to seize my digit and draw it deep inside. Hmm. She was a rebel. Wasn't the whole point of pulling me from the past to get my seed in their hot little wombs? This girl was all but begging for a backdoor slip-and-slide.

  “I can hear you thinking.” Lily clapped her cheeks open and closed. “Don't think so much.”

  “All work and no play is a bad idea.” Lacey kept grinding her pussy tight against my own ass.

  Fucking a sweet, pink pussy like Lacey's wasn't exactly work. But I took their meaning. I shouldn't let the job of seeding become work. In a funny way, it was too important to be work. I had to play, or else I'd go insane. From their end of the galaxy, the human race had been on the edge of extinction for centuries. If we took a little mental health time to indulge in non-productive strategies, we'd all end up stronger in the long run.

  So here I was in a meadow on a strange planet far, far away that didn't present me with a drugstore shelf full of assorted potions and lotions. There was only one source of lube. I swatted Lily on the butt to make her go up on all-fours, then turned back to Lacey to curl a couple of fingers into her well-creamed pussy.

  “It's important to have a well-greased path for this particular activity,” I said.

  They both giggled. The thick gob of mess I scooped out of Lacey's pussy was a special blend of my freshly spilled spunk and Lacey's hyper-abundant cream. It turned out to be the perfect substance for smearing into Lily's crease and then directly into the tiny, tender rosebud. There might not be dicks in this world, but there were dildos. I could tell from the easy way she dilated that sweet opening from my first touch. This wasn't a girl who'd never had anything up her butt.

  She giggled some more because she could sense what I was thinking. “I do play sometimes backstairs. It's so good. I have so many sensitive nerve endings back there.”

  Wouldn't all of the clones of the same type have all of the same nerve endings? I made a mental note to try out Lacey's equally inviting ass when I got a chance. Wouldn't want her to feel left out.

  Speaking of feeling left out...

  Threeways might be regular events for dirty politicians and dirtier billionaires, but they were a rare experience for a data analyst. I didn't want to exclude Lacey from the action, but at first I wasn't sure how to involve her in the play when I was busy ramming Lily's ass.

  But I barely had time to wonder about it before Lacey herself came up with an idea. “Maybe I should get on my back.” Lacey dropped into the position in question. “Then Lily gets on all-fours like she already is, only with me underneath her in the sixty-nine position.”

  “Oh, that's a great idea.” Lily scooted over right on top of her clone. “I can suck and lick on your pussy while he's nailing my ass. Yes, that'll definitely work.”

  “Mmmmmphf.” Lacey was already busy lifting her tongue high to tantalize her clone's sweet pussy.

  Seemed like they'd forgotten the part about having me in the middle, but I knew they hadn't. This was the warm-up. A little teasing performance for my viewing pleasure. In appreciation for their well-matched bodies, I hung back a minute to watch the two of them sixty-nine. They were so gorgeous interlocked together, their enthusiastic tongues swiping back and worth to diddle clitties and nudge into creamy pussyholes.

  Their faces shiny with cooze, the
ir big titties rubbing against each other's naked, flushed bodies...

  I would've loved to have a video of that moment. But, so far, no camera or phone had ever traveled through time with me. Hell, not even my clothes traveled.

  They continued to munch muff in front of me like nobody's business. Neither girl could speak. They both had too much pussy in their mouths. However, after a suitable interval of time, Lily made a point of shaking her ass, the better to encourage me to get my own ass in gear. This was the life, an impatient blonde who wanted me to fuck her tightest hole while she and another blonde did loud, slurpy sixty-nine beneath me.

  As I scooted up on my knees to thrust my cock between her ass-cheeks, I was keenly aware of Lacey's face so close between Lily's sweet thighs. As the fuck progressed, Lacey's tongue swiped around not just to lick Lily's nether lips but also to spank playfully against my shaft. She could feel me sliding those first critical inches into Lily's backdoor tunnel.

  Feel me, hell. She could taste me.

  I should hurry. I never know when I'm going to be called back. I don't necessarily have all day.

  But no man could have hurried his way through such a moment. It was one of those experiences that you want to capture and dwell in for the rest of your life. How often do you find yourself naked with two perfectly matched blondes who have no concept of our society's rules and repressions? They possessed no instinct for jealousy, no desire to tease. All they lived for was to pleasure me and each other.

  Lily flopped her cheeks wider, using muscle control of a kind I hadn't known a girl could develop. Her twinkling rosebud clutched greedily on my crown, pulling it hard.

  I'd intended to go slow. To ease my way into that tight, dark tunnel.

  Fuck my intentions.

  Lily's muscular hole sucked me like a lollipop. I was already in balls-deep, my stomach hard against the sweet curve of her firm rump. As I threw back my head to howl at the open sky, I caught a glimpse of someone else in the trees.

  A shadow. A human shadow.

  “Someone's watching us,” I said. “Hey, was there somebody else back there with you?”

  “Don't stop, I'm too close, don't stop.” Lily's ass rotated frantically against my groin. “There's no one there, I was just out there, there's nobody... just a shadow, so please please please don't stop.”

  “Mmmmmphf.” Whatever Lacey had to say, she was saying it into the hot, dripping muff she feasted on with such great pleasure.

  “Come out,” I yelled. Or tried to yell.

  No one emerged from the forest.

  The truth was Lily's athletic tunnel already had me at the trigger point. There was no stopping now. No pulling out. My yells transformed into wordless screams of intense sexual gratification.

  All I could do was ride it out.

  I saw something. Or somebody. I know I did.

  Didn't matter. That's the moment I lost the ability to think or see or be afraid or shy. The momentum was too strong, too overpowering. All I could do was close my eyes and hold on tight for the full force of the frenzied three-sided orgasm that hit us all at the exact same moment.

  Chapter 5

  A heavy oak door closed behind me. Somehow, Rhonda Chambers had arranged for me to meet with General Dyers in a private conference room at her private club, rather than at the Pentagon. It was later, around nine in the evening, and the general held a crystal tumbler. Two fingers of whiskey, no ice.

  A butler hovered, and she waved him away.

  No whiskey for me. I wasn't being invited to hang around.

  “How are you finding the new assignment, Clayton?” She put her hand up. “Please don't be specific. Even in a club like this, the walls have ears.”

  “I, um, it's very interesting, General.”

  “I trust the enhancements to your compensation package proved satisfactory.”

  “Yes, General.”

  The wide oak conference table was an affectation. Especially since all the chairs had been removed except for hers. I stood uneasily, trying not to shift my weight from foot to foot.

  “You may state your purpose, Clayton.”

  “Yes, General.” I took a deep breath. “Are you aware of the nature of the, um, special technology being developed in the, um, special location where I'll be working?”

  “I am aware.”

  “Why did you pick me for this project, if I may ask? I'm not a science-y guy.”

  “I know exactly what you are. A grade-Z policy wonk with delusions of creativity.”

  Ouch.

  She sipped whiskey. The silence in the room felt painful. I couldn't ask again, and I was beginning to wonder if she even knew herself. If time was a loop instead of a line, maybe I'd been picked to be the last man because I'd always been the last man. That might be the way our destinies worked out.

  “I had to pick someone,” she finally said. “And you seemed... hungry.”

  “There are a lot of hungry men in D.C.”

  “Most of them are hungry to be on the front page above the fold, not hungry to be buried in an above-top-secret sub-basement project. These days, it seems like you can't keep a fucking secret in this fucking town. Everybody wants to get famous.” She studied my face over her glass for a long time. “Your file suggests you're different. You're about the only guy left in D.C. who doesn't share his whole life on fucking Twitter.”

  I stood there feeling awkward. Was I supposed to be on social media? I always had the impression the Pentagon frowned on that kind of thing.

  Her nostrils flared like she was smelling something good. Maybe it was the whiskey.

  Maybe it was something else.

  She kept looking at my face over her glass. Kept looking into my eyes.

  “Oh, fucking hell, Clayton. Go over there and fix yourself a fucking drink. That's an order.”

  I went to the bar and poured myself a finger of what was already sitting out. Pappy Van Winkle, breakfast of champions. Nice. The apocalypse might be well underway, but I was drinking better than I ever had in my whole life.

  Since there was still no place to sit, I walked over to examine the painting over the fireplace. Was that old thing an actual Rembrandt?

  “Forty-eight million on the hoof,” Dyers said. “Doesn't look like much, does it? But that's what the insurance wonks said. I prefer modern stuff myself. Abstracts. If I wanted a picture that looked like too much orange light on the skin of some wrinkled-up old guy, I'd take a fucking photograph of the Joint Chiefs.”

  Were we having a conversation? Is that what we were doing?

  The general was a good-looking woman, but it had never occurred to me she would be interested in a male. Now, she seemed to be interested not just in any male, but in a specific one. Namely me.

  Her nostrils flared again. What scent was she breathing? Just how powerful were those pheromones I'd picked up at the other end of the galaxy?

  “There's something I need to tell you,” I said.

  “Oh, fucking hell, don't tell me you're gay. And don't tell me you're in an exclusive relationship with that little Brandy chica. I've seen her file. That girl doesn't do exclusive.”

  I gulped my whiskey. “No, I mean, it isn't about personal stuff, it's about something else. I, um, got some information from an unconventional source, and I wonder if you could get NASA or somebody to check it out.” I was talking too fast. I could hear myself do it but couldn't make myself stop.

  Dyers narrowed her eyes. “I only liaise with NASA on defense-related projects.”

  “Well, it's definitely defense-related. In fact, it's related to the defense of the entire planet.”

  “Uh oh.” She put down her glass with a decisive clink. It was empty.

  For that matter, so was mine. I put it down less emphatically and took a deep breath. “I have reason to believe there's a spacecraft approaching Earth from the Andromeda Galaxy. This craft is known to be carrying a virus designed to scrub the planet of all intelligent life.”

  “Was this a
n old movie?” She looked at me to see if I was joking. “This was a movie. The Andromeda Strain.”

  I'd heard that name. Shit. Could I have seen it and forgotten? Maybe I'd had some late night movie on TV, fallen asleep while it was playing, somehow hypnotized myself to believe it was a real deal thing that somehow happened to me...

  Nah. I knew better. Besides, I was pretty sure it wasn't about a virus that only killed males. “Andromeda is a real galaxy. I looked it up. It's the one next door. Apparently, they want to expand operations.”

  She put her face in her hands, but only for a minute. “You know, I spend a lot of time in all-male environments, and I've heard a lot of locker room talk.”

  The relevance being?

  “Men always say the best sex is the crazy sex.” She looked me in the eye. “Maybe it's time for me to find out.”

  Chapter 6

  For a couple of days, I experienced no more unplanned jaunts into the future. It was just as well. The time machine techs and the general packed my schedule to the bursting point.

  Even though General Dyers thought I was nuttier than a tree full of squirrels, she'd upgraded me to calling her Chase as long as both of us had our clothes off and weren't within five miles of the Pentagon. A lot of generals go to seed in their late thirties, but the toned flesh underneath her uniform was everything I'd ever dreamed it was.

  When she undressed for me in that conference room for the first time, she smacked her own sculpted abs, making a sound almost like a gunshot. “Don't take me for soft just because we're fucking. I'm not and never will be soft. Women are held to a higher standard.”

  “Of course not, General. I would never assume you were going soft. You will always have my utmost respect.” I hesitated, wondering if she expected rubbers.

  She laughed. “I've seen your medical file, Clayton. There are no secrets in the Pentagon.”