by Jaye Peaches
“Might I use the bathroom?” she asked, awash with adrenaline. She had to find a way to relax.
* * *
Those brief minutes on her own in the one isolated room of the house were a welcome respite. Shayla examined her flushed cheeks in the mirror, then the rest of her body. Everything looked perfect, just as Alfraya liked: smooth, shapely, and her sinews hidden but there, giving her core the strength and flexibility she needed. In another life, she might have been a gymnast or an athlete. The temptation to touch her clitoris was strong. If she gave it a little stroke with her finger, it might help her over this last hurdle. But, she held off—for now. The trouble with not being an angel was that at some point she would break and give in to her desires. What the hell, she smirked. It might be worth it. The imaginary act of defiance helped. What she feared was the nestors finding out about the other things she was supposed to do. Masturbating was the least of her worries.
She returned from the bathroom to find both men had removed their tunics and shirts, baring their chests. Their physique was classically masculine and a show of strength. The slightest movement caused a ripple of muscles and as they breathed, their chests expanded while their stomachs drew in to form eight, not six bands. Their nipples were minute, almost faded into their firm pectorals and naturally, they had no navels. Beyond those details, they were as human as any man she’d met. If only she could see their cocks. Instead, the enormous bulges were her only clue to their sizes.
The walk from the bathroom door to the center of the room took two, maybe three seconds. It felt like an hour. Was she looking sexy? Had she swung her hips sufficiently? They were certainly ogling her and licking their lips like they wanted to eat her, not fuck her. Sex vampires—an expression she had heard in the academy. Not from Alfraya, but somebody else, and Shayla had laughed off the description, but whoever had said it was right.
She bent over the strange armchair and her belly sank into the back cushion until it remodeled itself around her, completely encompassing her waist. It reminded her of the memory mattress back at home and the way it formed a cocoon around her. Her hands, which she pressed onto the armrests, also disappeared into the peculiar chair until only her wrists were visible. Her fingers couldn’t move and if she tried to retrieve them, the grip simply got tighter. She was bonded to the furniture and unable to rise.
Another burst of adrenaline. Another flurry of frantic butterflies in her belly. And still her pussy wanted them—the clenches were frequent, like the mini-spasms of an orgasm. She was practically there already. She never thought she could get off on this kind of vulnerability.
Shaking her hair out, she took a deep breath, as if to signal her readiness. Jago wanted her first and she guessed he was the dominant nestor. Submitting was her go-to place, the sanctuary in her mind, and if he played her right, he’d have the best of her. She nearly screamed, “Fuck me now,” like she was some star in one of those sex videos that she’d watched at the academy—training films they called them, but all the girls knew the films were supposed to normalize sex, especially the kinky stuff that Hezarans liked doing. Sometimes, she had enjoyed ‘learning,’ and other times, she found it tedious and frustrating—when would it be her turn? Well, now it was.
“She’s flooding, look,” Kriss exclaimed. “This is how they can take two cocks, isn’t it?”
Jago laughed as she tensed. “Possibly. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He stroked his hand down her spine and combed his fingers through her hair. “Relax, angel, you’re in good hands. We’re not the Beasts who come with the Violence. You wouldn’t want to meet one of them.”
“No,” she agreed. The Beasts were a mystery back on Earth. Nobody had seen one, but the legend of their savagery had been repeatedly told by Hezara to such an extent nobody doubted they existed.
Without hesitating, Jago entered her with one powerful thrust. He held her hips as he leaned forward, parting her labia with his girth. She gasped, deliberately loud so that he appreciated what it meant to have his cock seal her fate. This was a real cock, not a mechanical rod covered in artificial skin. All those hours spent in rooms with weird contraptions that supposedly replicated how the nestors had sex were fake. Pumped by pistons while pinioned into stocks or stirrups with her legs spread was more about endurance than pleasure. As for the orgasms, if she didn’t hit ten on the sensor readings, they weren’t considered good enough. She wasn’t allowed to fake them.
Jago was taking his time, which was a blessing.
“Oh, Kriss, this is amazing. She gives, stretches. I can feel her warmth and wetness. She’s clenching my cock as I enter.” Jago’s running commentary was for Kriss’s benefit, but she got off on it. Nobody had described sex to her in any way that wasn’t clinical as if they were reading out of a medical textbook. Even though she was struggling with the discomfort of yielding, she responded by clenching harder, squeezing him with the inner coil of muscles that ringed his erection.
“There’s friction,” he said, pausing as if to savor her.
“Friction?” Kriss queried.
Jago groaned appreciatively. “It’s rubbing my cock.”
It meant her, her narrow passage that obviously wasn’t smooth like a droid’s. She felt that friction, the way her interior fit snugly around him. As he eased off, withdrawing almost entirely, she exhaled. She’d held her breath all that time.
His cock was weighty, heavy and as strong as steel. When he thrust again, it rocked against her innermost point. Her jaw dropped. She cried out.
“What?” Kriss demanded, not of her, but Jago.
“The closed door of her womb. I’ve reached it. It’s like I’m caged inside her. Your turn.” Jago withdrew and patted her ass. “She’s slippery. I guess she’s going to open more and more, so make the most of this tightness.”
She might as well be a sexdroid, an animated object. They seemed to have forgotten she had feelings. What did she expect? Men who’d never met a real woman weren’t going to suddenly discover passion and declare love. Were they even capable of feeling it?
The chair held her fast as Kriss rammed into her fully. Goosebumps raced along her spine. Unlike Jago, Kriss wanted action. He swung into her, then withdrew fully and repeated. In and out with increasing rapidity. He wasn’t as wide as Jago and probably only slightly longer, so all she sensed was his length breaching her over and over. His heat added to her liquidity. She signed, moaned, and groaned in a chorus of noises that she had been led to believe would please them.
Kriss occasionally grunted but was mostly silent and his huge hands remained anchored around her waist. Neither of them seemed bothered to touch her elsewhere.
“Slow up,” Jago said.
“You want back in?” Kriss asked.
“No. It’s just... she’s real, remember.” Jago walked around and stood by her head. With his palm cupping her chin, he raised her head. “Fuck. She’s crying.”
Kriss stopped moving, his cock half in her pussy.
Shayla hadn’t noticed. The tears weren’t due to pain or distress. How to explain intensity of emotion? “I’m okay,” she said. “I’m dealing with it.”
“It?” Jago asked.
“The need for this. I mean,” she blinked, wishing she had her hands free so she could wipe away the tears. “You guys. You’re pretty intense.”
“Does it hurt?” Jago’s curiosity was touching. Maybe he was starting to see things differently.
“No... at least not as pain. I’m overwhelmed. It’s my first time.” Hardly a virgin physically, but emotionally, she might as well be.
Jago straightened up. “Stars above. We’re doing this wrong, Kriss.”
Kriss stepped back. “Wrong? She’s dripping down her legs. Isn’t that how it should be?”
Jago stroked his hand along the armrest and magically, the material responded. Her hands reappeared and her hips were released. He helped her upright, holding his arm around her waist.
“Don’t you like me?” He
r lower lip trembled. What would happen to her if she failed to please them? A returned Gift, a rare event, was shunned, or worse, stripped of citizenship. Earth had invested a lot of time into her training. If they didn’t satisfy the Hunger with their Gifts, then the Beasts and Violence would come instead. The pressure on Shayla felt worse than ever.
Jago cupped her face in his hands. “I like you. We both do. I want you to lie in the cushions. They won’t restrain you like this chair. We will continue there.”
He held her hand as she lowered herself into the colorful array of cushions. Some were flat and squishy, others plump and stiff. She nestled among a few. Jago knelt next to her, his lips close to her mouth. He didn’t seem sure what to do. She reached up and quickly kissed him.
He smiled. “I want to taste you. While I do, Kriss will fuck.”
Now, her pulse quickened in a delightful way. “Sure,” she said coyly.
“Close your eyes,” Jago said.
Kriss knelt between her legs, carefully parted them and drawing her over his thighs, easily slotted himself back inside her pussy. “I’m gliding this time,” he noted. “She’s like a droid, but... still responsive.” He closed his eyes and to Shayla’s pleasure, instead of pounding, he rocked his hips and massaged her insides with gentle nudges of his cock.
Jago occupied the space around her head and sought out her mouth. He kissed her again and slipped his tongue in her mouth, tasting her as he promised. She detected a sweetness on his salty lips. She sighed as he peppered kisses around her nose and eyes, using his lips to explore.
“What flavor is she?” Kriss asked.
Shayla giggled—was she a Popsicle?
“Why do you laugh?” Jago asked.
She opened her eyes and stared into his, two pinpoints of darkness in a halo of white. “I only come in one flavor.”
“Ah,” he nodded. “Yes, you guessed. The droids can be programmed with flavor bursts. They explode into your mouth when you kiss them. The chemicals released trigger a mild apex.”
The apex, the orgasms that came without an ejaculation, weren’t considered real climaxes by Hezarans. Only the Hunger delivered the ultimate climax for the men.
“Try kissing my nipples,” she suggested and closed her eyes again.
Jago grinned. He lowered his mouth onto a peachy pebble and toyed with it, using his tongue to tickle and caress.
Shayla moaned and lifted her hips into Kriss’s gentle thrust.
Kriss growled. “She’s teasing me. I felt a pinch.”
Jago played with one nipple with his mouth and the other breast with his fingers. The duet was exquisite. She clenched harder around Kriss, ensuring he was aware of every ripple of pleasure that came with Jago’s nips and sucks. The tandem of fucking and teasing continued until she knew that she was close to an orgasm.
“Please, may I orgasm?” she asked. “Come?”
Jago lifted his head.
Kriss shifted her hips away from his pelvis. She nearly pouted with disappointment. They’d taken her to the brink and left her teetering on the precipice.
Both men stood and side by side for a second, she had full view of their cocks. Two splendid erections with shafts as thick as her wrist at the base. They gleamed with pre-cum and her wetness. But that wasn’t what made her gape. Their veins were swollen and prominent, forming ribbons that sculpted the exterior of the shaft before disappearing under the swollen glans. These veins glowed purple, as if filled with luminous blood. She suspected they would be fluorescent in the dark. Both erect cocks rested against their lower bellies without support. She gulped—her training, the long hours of preparations, was essential for accommodating those dimensions. Without it, she dreaded to think what might have happened.
Some kind of protocol was being enacted. Jago swapped places with his nestor and Kriss took control of rolling her nipples with his tongue and fingers. She realized they shared everything, and until each had enjoyed the same experience, then she wouldn’t be permitted to end it. Her orgasm was the finale.
Abruptly, in the midst of rapid stream of thrusts, Jago juddered. For a second, Shayla thought he had come, which was impossible. Ejaculation wouldn’t be possible for a few days. It had to be an apex. He panted and thumped Kriss on his back.
“Your turn. She can come on your cock.”
“Are you sure?” Kriss’s eyes lit up.
“Take it. You were the one who took out the redoubt on Zhabia. If you hadn’t done that, we’d not be here fucking a real woman.”
It seemed that Kriss was owed and Jago was also a man of honor. Shayla liked Jago even more for giving up his status as the dominant brother. As for her status, she was beholden to both of them.
With Kriss between her legs, he resumed his fucking, maintaining his measured pace and depth. The two men watched her as she thrashed her head from side to side, battling to contain the orgasm. She had to make it a ten, anything less would be unworthy of the occasion. The best way to reach an explosive climax was to deny herself. Her delaying tactics meant Kriss and Jago doubled their efforts. Jago slid his hand down her belly and touched her clitoris.
“Fuck,” he muttered between sucking on her nipple. “It’s like a tiny cock.” He squeezed her clit and she arched her back, impaling her pussy deeper on Kriss’s cock.
“Come, Shayla,” Jago demanded, adding a strident tone to his voice.
She responded, unable to resist the stern command. She erupted, first around her clitoris and it was painful, almost unbearable how it throbbed. He rubbed it harder, intensifying the pulses, which in turn spiraled out into her belly and around her pussy. The contractions flexed repeatedly, trapping Kriss’s shaft mid-thrust. He howled and immediately achieved an apex. The pair of them crested on waves of spasms. Her scalp prickled, her nipples hardened and pinched, and in her belly, a fire was lit that bloomed across her chest and into her face.
The nestor twins lay next to her, one with his arm around her breasts, the other with his hand between her thighs. She opened her eyes; it was Jago who had slipped his finger inside her pussy, sensing the last throes of her orgasm.
“That was incredible to watch,” he said, propping his head up on his arm. “How often can you do that?”
She blushed, a little ashamed. According to Alfraya, Shayla was the champion of multi-orgasms, at least when stimulated with a vibrator. “A few times.”
“And if we take you in your ass and mouth?” Kriss asked.
“I can come, too. I don’t need a cock in my pussy to come.”
“Just like a droid,” Jago laughed.
She hid a frown. She wasn’t just like a sexdroid. Droids came because they were responding to a program, a code that guaranteed an orgasm. Hers still needed an emotional release to be real. Jago’s comment made Shayla realize that although her education was ongoing, the nestors’ had just begun. She would show these alpha males how real she was, and if that meant the occasional bout of tears and antagonism to make her point, then so be it. She wasn’t a machine. She had feelings, and currently, they were riding high, and the last thing she wanted was to spoil things with stupid remarks about sexdroids. The comparisons had to stop, surely?
The trouble was, Shayla had no idea what exactly they were comparing her to. If she could see how they fucked a sexdroid, then maybe she would help them appreciate how different it was with a human. Feelings mattered.
Jago’s grin broadened. “Would you like another orgasm?”
Her eyes widened. “Yes, please.”
“Let’s go for—” Jago was interrupted by a low boom that echoed around the house. The smile left his face. “We’ve been summoned for duty.”
“Now?” She propped herself up on her elbows as both men jumped to their feet.
“Yes.” They gathered their clothes and dressed. “Stay here. Bathe if you wish.”
“How long will you be gone?”
Kriss frowned as if the question was unnecessary. “We don’t know.”
With t
heir boots on, they strode to the door and left without even a goodbye. Shayla slumped onto the cushions, frustrated and annoyed.
She chose to shower, and standing under the spray of water, she washed away the traces of her lust. Feeling refreshed, she entered the living space. She wandered around the edge of the room, trailing her hand along the wall until she came to the computer globe. She reached out, her fingertips so close to touching it, then she retracted her hand.
What else could she do with her time? There was no need to cook, wash, or clean. There seemed to be no media center or screen, and the only view out of the window was the still lake. Shayla hadn’t anticipated the boredom and now she wondered how to keep her mind occupied and empty. Meditate, Alfraya would tell her. Meditate! She was too restless, too excited to sit quietly.
She lay back down on the bed of cushions and rested her hands on her belly. Time for a little daydreaming.
Kriss. He exemplified the spirited young soldier. Energetic, and possibly temperamental. Would he be able to control his urges? Whereas Jago was definitely the leader type, dark and broody, maybe. She had no real understanding of their personalities, or even their potential. She would have to wait and see.
What she did know was both of them were divine alphas with glorious masculine qualities. She ached where they had used her and that residue of their presence was her weakness. Stroking her hand down her belly, she touched herself, sighed and slowly began to circle the epicenter of her lust. The very thing she should not touch alone.
Chapter Three
Kriss couldn’t wait to get back home. The call out was a waste of time. A false alarm in the incubator. The queen was safe and unaware of the fuss. Jago summoned a technician from the city to fix the alarm. He also chastised the guards on duty for not investigating themselves.
Jago strode ahead of Kriss, exited the underground vault where the developing nestors were kept, and used the elevator to reach the surface. From there, they boarded a jet scooter and crossed the expanse of the lake to their habitat.
