La Belle Ile en Mere Pt. 07

Literotic asexstories – La Belle Ile en Mere Pt. 07 by rawlyrawls

All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

“He was murdered.” Roy pedaled the stationary bike hard. He watched his wife do lunges on a yoga mat a few feet away. The gym was one of the few places she wore immodest clothes. Today it was formfitting pants and a long-sleeved top in green and white. He was glad there was no one else in the gym, for her ass was truly a sight to behold. His lovely wife often distracted him, even when the topic was murder. He refocused. “Albert didn’t commit suicide.”

“He committed suicide three times by my count.” Constance looked over her shoulder at him as she continued to lunge. She was happy to find his eyes glued to her behind. She would have smiled but for the subject of their conversation.

“In which order did he do it, my beloved?” Roy cocked an eyebrow. “Did he slit his wrists, hang himself, and then run himself through with a sword like the samurai of old? No, that wouldn’t work.” Roy shook his head like he was thinking. “He must have committed hari-kari, slit his wrists, then stepped up onto the chair with the noose.”

“That’s ghastly, Roy.” Constance stopped her lunges and stared at her husband. She grabbed a towel and mopped her brow. “I can’t believe you’d say such a thing.” She dried the back of her neck with the towel, moving aside her ponytail. She felt a bit dizzy thinking of how she’d found the dead man.

“I can’t believe I’m being forced to talk about any of this.” Roy shrugged and let the pedals wind down. “But here we are in the middle of a rolling catastrophe. Saved by that pervert George Zaal, just so he can sadistically pleasure himself by killing us off one by one.”

Constance turned a shade paler. “George didn’t do this. He’s just a kid and … he’s on an expedition with his mother.”

“He did.” Roy ticked off one finger. “He’s not a kid; he’s eighteen and plenty capable of murder.” He ticked off a second finger. “And it’s not like he’s exploring Ceres. He’s … what … a dozen floors up? All he had to do was wait for his mother to fall asleep, run down here, butcher Albert, and then run back up to his mother.” He ticked off another finger. “And we know he’s a peeping pervert.”

“Okay … okay …” Constance sorted through her thoughts. She did some deep breathing like she’d do on a changeover during a match. She found her center. “Let’s say you’re right. We’re all alone in a hotel with a murderer. What do we do?”

“We could leave. Go to another part of the hotel.” Roy knew his wife would suggest that. Best to put her arguments to bed before they rose in her mind. “But we can’t hide forever. It would be worse not knowing where he was and what he was doing. I think our best bet is to find damning evidence. With any luck, we’ll prove he murdered Albert. Then we can all vote on what to do with him.” He was certain the only sure method to deal with George was to put him on the other side of an airlock. Once he’d proved his case, he knew the others would agree. Even his parents. No one wanted to be trapped in an empty hotel with a murderer.

~~

“Nossy?” George blinked his eyes. And looked up at Kapnos as she slipped into her bodice.

“What did you call me?” Kapnos smiled as she wiggled into the garment.

“It’s a nickname. Nossy. Has anyone ever called you Nossy before?” It was strange thinking about all the people she’d known over a millennium. How many deep relationships had she had? He warned himself not to get jealous. She was sure to have slept with many men who were better than him in all sorts of ways. It was just a numbers game. She liked being with him now, and that’s what mattered.

“No, no one ever called me Nossy.” She giggled and pulled on her skirts. “I like it.”

“What time is it?” George rubbed sleep out of his eyes.

“About a half hour from our designated meeting time. Your mother might already be awake, so I thought it was time I slipped out.” Kapnos pulled on her shoes. “I’ll visit again tonight.” She bent over and kissed him on the lips. “Shall I be Delores again, or …”

“Can you be anyone you ever touched?” George sat up. Despite the hours they’d spent in each other’s arms, and four orgasms, his morning wood was as hard as ever. It comically tented the sheets.

“My body doesn’t store DNA that well. It only lasts a few days before the copy starts to degrade. I might still be able to copy a few people from before the skyrmion burst, but not before that,” she said.

“Oh, I see.” George worked over the implications in his mind. That’s why she hadn’t joined their group as someone new. That copy would degrade without updating the DNA. That got him thinking about all the people she’d been since she’d joined them. “You never told me who else you seduced.”

“No time now.” She winked and moved to the door. “So … Delores again tonight?”

“What happened with my sister at the pool?” George wouldn’t be able to talk to her all day. The questions were bubbling out of him.

“I’ll tell you tonight.” Kapnos put her hands on her hips and gave him a mock stern expression. “Tell me who to be, or I’ll show up as Roy Haversham!” She couldn’t help but giggle at the thought.

“Delores is great.” George nodded.

She needed to say it outright. “I want to make you happy, George. I can be your mother again.”

“That’s … really nice of you. But it wouldn’t be right.” His cock lurched under the sheet, and he could tell she saw it.

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting your mother. I’ve been countless mothers to countless sons over the years, and almost as many sons to mothers.” Kapnos gave him an encouraging smile.

“Thank you, Nossy. But I don’t want to pretend.” His cock lurched again, his little head making its argument against his more rational big one.

“You know …” Her smile turned devilish. “I have helped many sons bed their real mothers. I could do the same for you.”

“I don’t want you sleeping with my mother.” His body stiffened.

“I didn’t mean that I would seduce her as a copy of you. I meant I could teach you how to seduce her yourself.” She nodded earnestly. She could see him relaxing. She could tell from his joyful expression that he would eventually say yes.

“She’d never go for it.” George tried to imagine being intimate with his mother, their bare fingers intertwined. “She’s … Anna Zaal, perfect in every way. She would never cheat on my father. I wouldn’t want her to.”

“Very well.” Kapnos smiled and opened the door. She didn’t want to press him. She would lead him to his happiness. He had earned his reward.

“I guess … I’ll see you soon.” He waved.

“You will indeed.” Kapnos waved back and left the room. As she closed his door, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She glanced down the long hall and saw a shadow turn onto the stairway and disappear. She shivered. The shadow had been anthropomorphic, but hadn’t moved like a robot or human. She waited, but saw nothing more. She was tired and itching to ditch the copy of Delores. It wasn’t unheard of for her mind to play games on her when she was exhausted. She shrugged and went to Delores’s room.

~~

“I found one,” Anna called to the other two members of her search team. This was the third terminal they’d found that day. The first two had been password protected. She looked around the spartan office. There was a picture of a smiling family on the desk. She winced and wondered how many of them had died in the skyrmion burst.

George exited the room he was in and ran into Kapnos in the hall.

“Compliment her … profusely.” Kapnos appearing as Delores, whispered to George before they entered the office.

“She knows how great she is,” George whispered back to her.

“She doesn’t get much affirmation at this stage of her life. Tell her what you think she already knows. A little goes a long way, trust me.” Kapnos leaned in closer. “I like compliments, too.”

“You’re the funniest and sexiest alien I’ve ever met, Nossy.” He kissed her on the cheek and entered the room, finding his mother rifling through the drawers of a desk.

Kapnos took a breath, ditched her smile, and followed him into the room. “What did you find, Mrs. Zaal?”

“A terminal,” Anna said without looking up.

“Hey, Mom?” George brought up the interface and met password protection. “Drat.”

“Password again? I’m looking to see if the person at this desk might have written it down anywhere.” Anna found hardly any paper. The desk seemed to be mostly empty.

“I just wanted to say how amazing you are, Mom. This has been so difficult, but you’re guiding us all through this. You’re smart and brave. Being around you gives me the confidence to do just about anything.” George tried a few things but couldn’t get around the password. He waved the interface away.

“Aw. Thank you, Georgie.” Anna straightened up and smiled at her son. “I needed to hear that. I won’t lie. I’m no stranger to self-doubt.” She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear where it had loosened from her hairpin. “I feel like such a mess.”

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the solar system.” George glanced at Delores, who subtly nodded encouragement.

Anna’s cheeks grew hot. “Thank you for saying so, sunshine.” She glanced at Delores. Of course, Anna had noticed the way her son had gazed longingly at the widow all day. And Delores seemed to be basking in the attention. Anna wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the solar system, she wasn’t even the most beautiful woman in the room. And that was as it should be. When they returned home, she would make sure he found himself a girlfriend and ventured out from under her wing.

“Since your husband wasn’t strong enough to come on this trip, I bet you’re relieved to have such a smart, strong son to take his place.” Kapnos casually investigated the other desk in the office. There was nothing useful. Centuries ago, there would have been helpful documents all over the place. But now, humans trusted their computers with everything, even their secrets. Especially their secrets. “You must be so proud of George. Relish your closeness, Mrs. Zaal. It can all be taken away in a flash, like with my poor Carlos.” Kapnos stopped rummaging through the desk and turned to Anna with tears in her eyes.