Psylons 10: Viva Las Vegas
This bright light city sets more than her soul on fire.
In our last episode, Chastity discovered the last known location of the elusive Jennifer and the possibility of a rogue among the Psylon ranks. In this episode, two Psylons get reacquainted and the sparks fly?
Psylons — Sexy super-spies with Psychic powers. Created in a secret government lab, the Psylons fight international criminals and their ever present hunger for sex. Follow their adventures here on Tantalizing Tales, with a new episode every Thursday.
As the jet taxied toward the terminal at Harry Reid International Airport, Chastity felt Nick’s proximity. Her core clenched in need as old emotions coalesced into building sexual desire.
She sent him a mental message. We need to talk.
He had to be nearby, probably inside the terminal waiting for her.
We’re going to need to fuck first, he replied.
He was right. The hunger, a building sexual craving that was a side effect of the process that had given them both psychic powers, built inside her. They’d both need to satiate their cravings before they could move on with the mission at hand.
Between a lone Psylon and a normal person, the hunger built slowly and could easily be kept it at bay by having sex daily. But when there were two Psylons within a few miles of each other, the hunger amped up in a recursive loop until the two Psylons were compelled to fornicate. The theory was that they could break the cycle if they got together and fucked quickly.
At least, that was the theory.
“Get me to that terminal,” Chastity said.
She could already feel the overwhelming need wash over her. She became flush, panting for breath.
Slade and Sam, the two CIA agents with her, glanced at each other then at her. “Is there anything we can do?”
She forced a smile, hoping to quell their fears. “Not this time. You two head for the Vegas Points Club. Nick and I will meet you there in a bit.”
She hoped Nick had everything in place. This was new ground, and she didn’t know how much time they’d have.
Nick paced. How long does it take to land a fucking airplane?
He knew his frustrations were just the result of the hunger playing with his libido. With Chastity in range, his cock was rock hard in his jeans, begging for release.
This would be the first time two Psylons interacted since they’d all been separated last year. At that time, all one hundred Psylons had been packed into a research bunker, and the hunger had been slowly driving them all mad.
Since that time, Dr. Morris, the scientist that had developed the Psylon process, had theorized that two Psylons should be able to work together, provided that they break the recursive psychic spiral by having sex together as soon after meeting as possible.
Nick and Chastity were about to test that theory. There was a reason the two of them had to work a case together, but in that moment his mind was too overpowered by sexual desire to remember…or even care.
“Come on, come on!” he paced the waiting area in the airport terminal.
Joanne, his CIA handler, was on her phone. “She’s coming.” There was a level of calm in her voice that Nick knew she wasn’t feeling inside.
Chastity came running through the turnstiles and into his arms. “God, I hope this works.” She kissed him hard, passionately. The hunger skyrocketed inside him. It was all he could to not take her right there on the floor in front of countless bystanders.
“This way.” Joanne pushed them toward the side doorway where they had a car waiting. She pushed them into the back seat of a black SUV, with lights on the top.
The closest hotel was a mile away from the terminal. They had a room reserved. “Use the lights and siren!”
Joanne hit the gas, and with lights flashing, siren whaling, and wheels screeching on the pavement, then barreled down the highway toward the hotel.
Chastity opened a lower button on his shirt and slid her hand inside, gliding eager fingers across his abdominals. Her touch was hot and sensual.
Nick strained to concentrate, reaching out to manipulate the mind of the night desk clerk at the hotel down the street to have his key ready to grab as soon as they entered the hotel lobby.
Uppermost in Nick’s mind was the urge to take the woman right here in the back seat and slam his very hard cock between her thighs. He was pretty sure his mixed attention was giving the man at the hotel a hard-on.
Joanne skidded to the lobby doors, and Nick pulled Chastity from the back seat.
“Good evening, Mr. Salvatore. Your room is ready,” the man he’d never met before said cordially, handing Nick a key card. The man’s loose pants bulged at the crotch but Nick had firm control of his mind. “The elevator is at the end of the hall,” the flustered hotel manager said.
Nick grabbed at the key card and guided Chastity down the hallway.
The portly woman standing by the elevator had already pressed the ‘up’ button. Nick’s mind slammed into the woman’s head. The last thing he wanted was additional company on their ride up. The woman suddenly decided to take the stairway…for her health. The elevator door dinged open just as Nick stepped in front of it. His timing, never better. And they had the car to themselves.
He looked at the key card package. Room 712. They couldn’t have gotten anything closer to the ground floor?
Joanne was so in tune with his mind, she picked up on the thought. It was all they had on short notice. There’s a convention or something.
Still, an empty elevator and a seven-story ride offered him the opportunity to start the process. Nick pressed Chastity against the wall, his mouth crushed hers and his tongue slid inside her parted lips. Her tongue engaged his in a passionate dance. Hot, wet, erotic. He nudged his groin between her open legs and cupped her breast, feeling the nipple harden between his fingers.
She undid his belt and slid her hand inside the front of his jeans. Her touch was bold, brazen, as she grasped his rigid shaft. On the brink of release, Nick fought against the need to explode as she sized him up, her hand stroking him from base to tip.
Nick nibbled her earlobe, then drew his tongue along her jaw line and back toward her lips. Sweet ambrosia tingled on his tongue, as he ravaged her mouth with another savage kiss, bruising her lips before pulling back. Her green eyes filled with promise, the irises dark with desire.
“Big enough for you?” He spoke the words out loud. He needed all his mental abilities to hold himself in check, as her hungry fingers slid along his eager shaft.
“Size doesn’t matter if you don’t know what to do with it.” She stroked the spongy head, challenging him. “But you do know what to do with this, Mr. Salvatore.”
Her cocky attitude only stoked the fires of his desire. He’d have her first, then find out what she knew, and why she was here.
Slender, deft fingers glided to his base, then took his tightening sac, gently squeezing and cradling his balls in the palm of her hand. God Damn. He fought the impending explosion, hovering on the edge of ecstasy. It was like holding back a crumbling sea wall in a hurricane, but he held it off by sheer force of will. Not yet. Not here.
With a lurch, the elevator stopped moving and the small capsule was plunged into darkness. A knot twisted in Nick’s gut, pulling him from the edge of orgasm. The woman was powerful. Sexual energy swirled around them.
He probed her mind and found fear and frustration.
“Did you do that on purpose.” He was tempted to take her right there in the darkened elevator.
“No,” she said. Her voice quavered.
“Then get control, woman.”
“I’m trying.”
The lights suddenly flickered back on and the elevator started to rise once again.
She gulped, her eyes staring lust-filled daggers into his.
“This better work or we’re going to combust.”
She tightened her grip on his cock, and mashed her ruby lips into his. She radiated need.
The elevator doors opened and they tumbled out like drunken sailors, neither willing to relinquish their holds. Nick somehow found the mental reserves to clear the hallway. They certainly didn’t need spectators, or worse…distractions.
Sliding the key card into the slot was a sexual act all on its own, and the release of the door lock was orgasmic.
They entered and he kicked the door closed, then spun the woman against it, capturing her lips roughly. Their clothing in complete disarray, Nick fumbled under the hemline of her dress and worked his hand down into her panties, moving hungry fingers along slick, damp folds. She was so fucking wet. She gasped against his mouth as he manipulated her swollen clit.
Her mind screamed at him. God, you’re killing me.
She ripped open his zipper and tugged down the waistband of his jeans, freeing his eager erection. Seeping pre-cum lubricated the palm of her hand as she captured the engorged head.
Nick shoved two fingers deep inside her, feeling the damp readiness, and pushed up her bra with his other hand. Two perfect breasts, nipples erect and begging to be sucked, exploded into his view, and he readily scooped one of them into his hungry mouth.
Oh, god! She was begging, pleading with him now. Her mind offering glimpses of sexual acts and positions Nick had only experienced in his wettest dreams. Jesus, the woman had a vivid imagination.
The clothing had to go. He picked her up and tossed her on the bed, tearing at what garments remained on her body. Her alabaster skin, sleek and toned, begged to be touched, licked, and nibbled. She was every man’s fantasy, a wet dream come to life.
He struggled out of the rest of his clothing. His body ached and throbbed by the time he joined her on the bed. She tweaked her nipples as she waited impatiently for him. Nick licked his lips.
“Fuck me. God, please fuck me now.” Her voice was sultry, drenched in erotic promise. She spoke out loud, which meant he was straining her mental capacities as much as she was straining his.
“We need to do this right.” According to the theory, they’d both need to be at the most intense level possible, holding back until the last second.
He was breathing hard, his cock pulsing with the same rapid beat his heart had taken up. Nick sunk down on top of her and she reached for the back of his neck to pull his lips to hers, locking on with a passion that threatened to overwhelm both of them. Her hand moved down, cupping his balls then slid up and down his shaft. Sparks of passion flew through him, and the room lights flickered as he fought for control.
Their lips and tongues twisted against each other. She tasted like sweet wine and dark sin, smelled of vanilla and wanton desire. It was a unique blend of carnal delight that had Nick’s head spinning from the overload.
With their lips meshed, Nick moved his hand to her open thighs, traveling over her smooth, shaved mound. Body against body, skin on skin, the fiery heat threatened to consume him.
Nick slipped one, then two fingers back into her, teasing delicate tissues. She gasped, arching her back, as his fingers found sensitive nerves and secret spots.
As he probed, Nick flicked his thumb across her pulsing clit stimulating the engorged nub. He felt the seismic wave of orgasmic pleasure wash over her.
“Oh God, yes!” Her hand clenched around his stiff dick, as she shook beneath him. Her shields dropped and he was in her head, knowing just where to touch her, how to caress her soft skin to send her over the edge. He felt the orgasm as it rolled through her. Her eyes wide, her body flushed, she orgasmed violently under his manipulations.
Relief from the hunger washed over him, clearing his mind.
Nick rolled to the side, pulling his fingers from inside her, he brought them to his mouth to taste her sweet nectar. Oh, how he wanted to submerge his mouth between those soft thighs and drink in her juices. But he was too close, his own release was too near.
“Now me, please!” she shouted.
Her hot hands slid up and down his cock, as veins bulged along his engorged shaft. So close to coming, he felt he was holding back the ocean.
Not yet. He needed to be inside her. She lay back, opening her thighs, inviting him in.
His knees nudged her legs wider apart. Running the tip of his dick along her slit first to lubricate the head with her dampness, he pushed the head inside her.
God, so good.
She clenched around the head of his cock, her body anticipating his plunge.
Nick’s mind whirled as he fought to hold back his climax. She was so hot, so ready. But she needed as much intensity as he could give her. As he pushed into the fisting tightness, her channel slicked with lubrication. He rammed to the hilt, feeling his sac pull tight against the base of his shaft. How long could he last?
A heavy, quivering sigh escaped her lips as he pulled back out. Only his thick tip remained pulsing inside her, then he pushed in again. God, he could barely contain himself, she was so tight. He picked up speed, ramming into her again and again.
He let go of his shielding and let her into his head. She could feel how close he was.
“Not yet,” she said, pulling his head down, locking her lips on his. In one deft motion she bit his lip and rolled. Surprised by her move and the sudden pain, he rolled with her onto his back. She ended up triumphantly on top, cow-girl fashion. The shock was enough to pull him back from the edge.
His cock never left her channel, and she now rode him, her knees down on the either side of his waist, controlling the movement.
Put your hands on my hips
Fuck. He fought to catch his breath. Even his mental voice sounded ragged to him.
Her clit rubbed against his stomach at every pass. Pushing him into her deeper, again and again. Little by little, as he approached his release, he felt her control slipping. She sat, for just a moment too long. Her eyes glazed and her body began to quiver. It was all he needed to turn the tide on her. Pushing up and rolling to the side, Nick was once again on top. He threw her legs over his shoulders, thrust deep, pulled out, then penetrated again.
This time they would finish together.
Oh God. Agony and ecstasy reverberated throughout her mind and Nick experienced every neuron, every synapse, of the orgasmic wave that rolled over her.
Beads of sweat ran down Nick’s chest. He thrust one last time, deep into her. His mind melded with the sexual center of her brain. It was the ultimate mind fuck, something only two Psylons would ever experience.
Passionate explosions rolled through her, and Nick felt each and every one as he pumped stream after stream of hot cum into her. Her orgasm rolled over him as she experienced his release.
She cried out, arching her back beneath him, taking everything he had to give, and giving him all she had.
Exhausted they held position as the last waves of climax rolled over them. They were both panting. Her legs quivered against his chest. Shaking, Nick could barely catch his breath as his heart pounded. Then her legs fell limply back to the bed, and he fell into her, both of them sinking into the soft bed coverings.
Sated for the moment, he cradled her, feeling the soft flesh of her breasts against his chest, the dampness of her skin on his, and the way her heart beat rapidly in perfect tempo with his own.
He hoisted himself up on one elbow and playfully brushed away sweat-drenched strands of ebony hair from her face. Her sultry eyes captured his. Her cheeks flushed and she smiled up at him.
“Now,” he queried, “what’s this all about?”
Chastity lay in the afterglow of sex, her mind clear, the hunger sated. And the recursive resonance gone. It had worked. The intensity had surprised her. Would it be like this with other Psylons? Or, now that she’d broken the resonance, would she be able to approach other Psylons without the intense need for sex. More experimentation would be needed.
She sent Nick the mental pictures she’d pulled from Sam’s mind.
“That woman there is Jennifer Ivanovna, Slade’s…friend. She’s an ex-KGB spy that the CIA has been protecting. A couple of days ago, somewhere near here, she was abducted. Sam was guarding her and was subdued by a psychic hold. My fear is that we have a rogue Psylon on our hands.”
Nick shook his head. “I just got back in town after a mission in Paris, so they might have been here while I was gone. Otherwise I would have felt the presence of another Psylon that close to me.”
“Two men and one woman kidnapped Jennifer,” she continued. “Here’s what Sam saw. Do you recognize any of them?” She sent him the scene.
“I recognize one of the men. Ivan Volkov. KGB. One nasty son of a bitch. And the woman is Countess Anastasia Petrov…she’s even worse.
An old foe, intrigue, and danger. Join me next week for Psylons 11: In the lair of the countess.
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