Theirs to Share

by Jaye Peaches

  “Kind of similar,” Jago said. “It’s not toxic. It’s organic. Harmless, and breaks down quickly.” He aimed the showerhead at her shoulders.

  “Oh!” She jumped, surprised by the warmth. The liquid slid in rivulets down her back. It felt like water, but as if slowed up. It reached her bottom and spread out, covering her lobes.

  Kriss cupped both of her ass cheeks and smeared the coating, spreading it further, while all the time, Jago kept the shower aimed at her back and neck. The viscous liquid started to drip off her, forming long droplets, ribbons that cruised down her thighs and merged into a continuous stream. Whatever she had used to oil herself earlier was nothing like what was covering her now.

  It melted into her skin and warmed her. The goosebumps disappeared, so did her nervous shivering.

  Kriss parted her ass cheeks and dipped a finger inside her bottom hole. Just like that, no prep, no easing in. He slipped in, then straight out.

  “Oh, my,” she moaned. What a glorious sensation. Painless and tantalizing.

  “She’s so receptive,” Kriss said. “Aim it here.”

  Jago moved the head down, closer to the lower part of her spine. The liquid cascaded around her bottom, over Kriss’s probing hands and into her secret places. He jabbed again, with a little more force, and still she welcomed him in without resistance.

  He penetrated with more digits, multiple times in succession, he twisted and rotated, testing her elasticity. She squirmed and groaned. Her breasts were heavy weights that swung in time to her motion. She dropped her jaw, hung her mouth open, and held her breath. The spray was now directed right at her fingered hole.

  “Oh, please.” She rose up onto tiptoes and arched her back. Jago used his free hand to push her back down.

  “Stay like that,” he said.

  She saw between her legs Kriss’s huge feet spread wider. He was lowering himself, getting his hips in line with her ass. Two firm hands held her by the waist and the bulb of his cock pressed into her anus. She yielded, aided by the continuous stream of lubricating liquid.

  “Turn it up,” Kriss growled.

  The shower pumped out more hot fluid. The heat relaxed her, the oil aided his penetration as it coated itself around his cock. One long thrust of his pelvis was all that was needed to achieve total occupation. His body slammed into her bottom.

  Her nails scratched the glazing. She clawed, trying hard to contain the panic. An alien beast had just shoved his humongous cock in her backside and somehow, it hadn’t split her. She was intact, relatively pain-free and starting to like it.

  Like it! What the fuck was going on with her body?

  Kriss eased back, giving Jago the chance to spray more of the weird liquid over them both, then he shot back inside, crying out in delight.

  “She’s so fucking tight. But it gives. It yields to me, to my Hunger.” He withdrew again.

  Her entrance flexed, closing up quickly behind him.

  “Fascinating,” Jago mused. “That little hole... do it again.”

  Kriss pressed and she opened. He leaned into her, forcing her to rest her hands and forearms on the wall.

  “Not too heavy. She’ll buckle,” Jago warned his nestor.

  Kriss took his weight off her. “Do you think... Shall I?”

  She didn’t hear or see a response, but she felt it. Kriss wasn’t taking his cock out of her, he left it there and glided back and forth, picking up the pace. Throughout, Jago bathed them in the exotic fluid, keeping them slippery.

  Her clitoris was right in the middle of the multitude of sensations. It ached, throbbed for completion. She needed to touch it, nurture it to a climax.

  “Please, can I...”

  Kriss slapped her bottom hard. “Keep those hands up there. We’re not done yet. The Hunger is replenishing me. My balls are fucking demented.” He laughed.

  Jago offered her a supporting arm, draping it under her shoulders, so that she could rest her chin on his forearm. “Sh, little thing. Don’t fret. You’ll get your reward. Just relax and let him have his fun. He’s in the heavens with this. No droid has an asshole like yours.”

  The rhythm was set, and it helped that he stuck to a pendulum swing. With the fluid forming a torrent around her hole and his shaft, they kept the beat, never missing it. He had a stamina that was mind-blowing, but then, so was hers. She was proud of herself. Alfraya would be too.

  The tingling in her clit was the hardest part. To be so close and denied. Any moment, she’d lose control and...

  Kriss slipped out with a gasp. “I’m close. Fuck, it’s halfway through the day and I’m nearly there.”

  Jago slapped his back. “I know. It goes to prove that natural sex is better for the Hunger. Easier for all of us.”

  “We should... you know, stage three.”

  “Yep.” Jago switched off the shower. “Stand carefully, Shayla, that’s it. Keep hold of my arm. We’ll turn on the water, it will help dissolve away the ull.”

  She rocked, grateful for his support. The water magically washed off the fluid, leaving her skin fresh and slightly prickly. Kriss watched, his hard cock shiny and coated. When she was finished, she stepped to one side and he bathed.

  Jago drew her into his arms and she rested her head on his chest. “Well done.”

  “That was kind of amazing. Hard. Brutal. My ass is aching.”

  “Hurting?”

  “No. Used.” She laughed. “It’s better than one of those steel or glass plugs.”

  “I bet.” He tipped up her chin. “Kriss was unusually restrained, I have to admit. He’s learning, like me, to treat you differently.”

  She’d dried off in his embrace. The room was damp, though.

  “Let’s get you comfortable.” Jago took her hand.

  “Stage three?”

  “The best part. We get to fill the vessel.”

  * * *

  The stage was set swiftly. The cushion plumped up in a circle and Jago seated in the midst. On a small pedestal next to him, a gold cup, but ornate and sterile; they’d unwrapped it while speaking strange incantations, placing it with a reverence that was almost amusing. This was important, the collection of their seed—the future of their species depended on it.

  No pressure on me, then, she thought.

  Once more, she impaled herself on his cock, consuming the length of it in one glorious movement.

  “Wow,” she exclaimed. Each time got better and better.

  Jago looped his hand around the back of her neck and drew her down, until her lips brushed against his cheek. A shadow fell upon them. Kriss was behind her, kneeling and straddling both of Jago’s outstretched legs.

  The implication was clear. Both of her holes were about to be well fucked. Stage three was commencing.

  She held her breath, reminding herself that she was more than capable of taking him there. But... he wasn’t oiled, neither was she. She tensed, clamping around Jago’s cock.

  “Relax,” Jago whispered. “Lean toward me and lift your ass.”

  “But I’ll slip out of you.”

  “I know. Think of it like a dance. It’s going to be me, then him. You just need to rock forward and back.” Jago swept the hair out of her face.

  Shayla shook her head. Two cocks working her pussy? “It can’t work like that. I don’t think—”

  “Hush. We’ve practiced many times with droids. Alternating cocks, because we have to spill at the same time into the cup, and your essence must be on our cocks when we come, it makes the seed potent having real cunt juice running down our cocks. Don’t forget, we want you to come, too.” He reached up and kissed her mouth. She tasted him and sighed into his mouth. She wasn’t convinced about his theory, but what the heck, she was in on the thrill of it.

  Was what he proposed any different from the sex machine that worked her hard; it had used three or four artificial cocks in rotation. In and out, spin to the next fabricated penis substitute; in, then out, spin again. She recalled the whir, the rhythm of
the device as it taught her to open immediately and accept whatever poked its way inside of her with a suitable groan of appreciation. Most of the time she was distracted, wondering about her future, if she’d ever go anywhere, be anyone special.

  This had to be easier. More pleasurable than that impersonal fucking machine.

  She stuck her bottom up and Jago’s cock sprang free. A second later, she was re-occupied by Kriss’s long stroke. He thrust hard, driving the full length of his cock right up to her barrier. He cried out, a guttural outburst of frustration.

  Kriss withdrew and grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto Jago’s cock.

  She screamed. The suddenness of the switch, forcing her upright, caught her by surprise.

  “Gently, brother,” Jago said. “Let’s not rush.”

  “I fucking need to empty my balls,” Kriss growled. “I’m in agony after that ass fuck.”

  Jago pushed aside Kriss’s hands. “I’m not.”

  The two nestors glared at each other over Shayla’s shoulders. She shriveled, her already pounding heartbeats quickening into a thunderous roar. The unusual fallout unnerved her badly.

  “Please,” she whispered. “Don’t—”

  “You’re scaring her,” Jago said forcibly. “Do you want to hurt her?”

  “No!” Kriss replied in earnest. “I wish only to serve my queen.”

  “We both do. Take it easy. Why not hold her breasts, let them fill your hands. They’re wondrous.”

  Kriss reached round and cupped each of her breasts. She waited for a painful squeeze, but none came. The fullness of her flesh seemed to calm him. He groaned and started to kiss the nape of her neck, peppering her with kisses along her shoulders.

  She rocked on Jago’s cock, leaned forward and when he withdrew, Kriss replaced him with a graceful dip of his erection. The fluid sequence of movements was established. Jago controlled them by steering her waist and occasionally slipping his hands under her ass cheeks to lift her up, while Kriss explored her with his mouth and hands.

  In and out, just like the ridiculous machine back on Earth, but the combination of two men and the sounds of their breathless sighs and moans was beyond her imagination. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the pattern: sink on one cock, impale, grind, then rise up, bend and push back on to the other, filling her pussy once more. Kriss would thrust hard to the core of her body, followed by a swift voiding, before she took Jago’s cock again.

  On and on, faster, then slower. Her pussy dripped, and as she rocked, her clitoris chafed against Jago.

  Abruptly, Jago growled. A sound she’d never heard come out of his mouth before now. It was deep, almost angry. She opened her eyes. His face was flushed crimson. She crushed her fingers around his broad shoulders and clung on. The nestors were moving too quickly, slamming in and out, and with a ferocity that was beyond human ability.

  Jago pushed his finger against her clitoris and rubbed it hard. The message was given. Come now, because clearly, they were close to achieving their goal.

  Kriss grabbed her hair, balling a clump of it into his fist. He pulled on her head, tipping her chin up. The dramatic view of the lake, glistening under the golden sunshine, meant nothing to her. She couldn’t care less where she was, or who might be watching. She was focused on one thing—her clit and the orgasm that was about to erupt out of her.

  The first contraction was painful. It came when Kriss was buried deep inside of her pussy. He felt the spasm and hollered.

  “Glory to the queen!” He withdrew and grabbed the cup off the pedestal.

  As her tunnel narrowed, the second wave of spiraling contractions captured Jago’s cock, which he had to grind into her, forcing his way past the tightening muscles. He grunted, bounced her up and down a few times.

  Now, as he shifted her off his cock, she reached the stage of her climax when every nerve ending, every damn muscle of her body went into spasms. They rippled out of her core, down her legs and into her curling toes. Her nipples turned to stone, her stomach knotted, and she felt a blackness descend before her eyes. She couldn’t breathe.

  She collapsed to one side of the two men and with half-focused eyes, watched the inglorious spectacle of them kneeling on either side of the cup, pumping their seed into it. They groaned in duet, occasionally chuckling with satisfaction at the sight of their milky fluid filling the cup. The two seeds mixed into one, a cocktail of genetic makeup and one that would be harvested for the queen’s benefit.

  Throughout their climax, hers continued. She stroked her tender clitoris, nursing it so that the orgasm flowed into another one, then another. The men, having emptied everything they had, finally noticed her. They stared as she lay there on the cushions, legs spread, fingers agitating her nub. Unable to focus, her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

  The last thing she heard was a voice raised in alarm.

  Chapter Nine

  Jago woke first. The sunbeams bounced off the lake and straight through the window. Shayla was curled into a ball. At first he thought she was in pain or distress, then upon closer inspection, he realized she was still fast asleep. The ball was more of a comfort thing, perhaps, or to protect herself now that they had finished.

  Her passing out had nearly resulted in Kriss knocking the cup over. He’d shot across the cushions to her side, cradled her in his arms, and stroked her face while soothing her with a soft voice. A remarkable transformation from the hungry man who minutes earlier had been pounding her with his cock. The alarm in his face was genuine. Jago had checked the sensors and the readout confirmed her climactic faint and exhaustion. So, they’d let her be, rather than disturb her tranquility.

  She certainly needed a rest. What an amazing creature she’d turned out to be. The Hunger had not conquered her; if anything, she’d come alive for them. His cock was soft and shrunken, as it usually was after the spill, and the fallout from the orgasm was a deep sense of fulfillment, not emptiness, like he usually felt with the droids.

  He rose, slipped on his pants, and went to find nourishment. His thirst was great, and he drank three glasses of water. How easy it was to slake that compared to the Hunger. In ten days, it would be back, tormenting him once again. The little thing lying in a heap of cushions next to his nestor would have to go through it all over again. What of him, and Kriss? Would the wait be unbearable now they knew what she was capable of doing? He’d have to bury his feelings deep and not let her know how close he’d come to losing control. It wasn’t simply his emotions that were under threat, it was the balance of power. She probably had no idea that he nearly spilled his seed inside her, right in her forbidden pussy.

  The glass nearly cracked in his hand. He had to learn to hold that feeling in check. He wasn’t even sure what it was he was feeling, but whatever, it had to be contained, otherwise, he might break the rules.

  Kriss stirred. He yawned and stretched his arms above his head. Standing, he joined Jago on the other side of the vast room, as far away from Shayla as possible. He too drank as if he’d been in a desert for days.

  “My balls still ache,” Kriss said with a grin. “It’s like they’ve been hammered.”

  Jago smiled. “I know.”

  “She’s okay, I take it?”

  “I assume. I’ll check soon. Let her sleep.” Jago scratched his chin. He’d grown stubble in the night. It was a bizarre side effect of the Hunger. His body was bursting with new energy.

  Kriss dressed while Jago consumed nourishment. “The drone will be here soon to pick up the vessel,” Kriss said.

  “It’s in the cooler.” Jago didn’t care to know what exactly they did with the liquid. He wasn’t a scientist or technician. As long as he performed his duties, it didn’t matter that some part of him would evolve into a new being, probably several, if they were lucky.

  He noticed his nestor had gone a touch pale. “What is it?”

  “Just... did you struggle to, how should I say, hold back?” Kriss asked.

  It took a lot o
f courage for his nestor to admit to that weakness. He was equally troubled, so it seemed. “Yes,” said Jago. “Like my body and mind were split apart. My mind said hold it, my body said now, give it to her.”

  Kriss nodded slowly. “Me too.”

  Jago rested his hand on Kriss’s shoulder and squeezed it. “We should not speak of it to anyone,” he said quietly, glancing over to where Shayla slept.

  “No,” Kriss said. “I will not speak of it.”

  “Good.”

  Jago cracked the stiff vertebrae in his spine. “Thank goodness it’s a rest day for all of us.”

  “We should take her to the city, to celebrate. We have food vouchers, don’t we?”

  Real food. They would sit at a table and be served food, stuff made from plants and cooked. Shayla would love it. She ate real food back on Earth, she’d told them.

  “Good idea,” Jago said. “Once she’s bathed, we’ll take her to the city.”

  “We’re spoiling her.” Kriss stared at her. Shayla was moving, her limbs unfolding.

  “Perhaps,” Jago murmured. “Is that a bad thing?”

  “I dunno.” Kriss rubbed his stomach. “I’m hungry.”

  “She must be too. So let’s go feed her. It’s a natural thing to do, nothing special.” Jago wasn’t convinced though that he meant what he said. She was special, and they had a unique relationship with her, to think otherwise was foolish.

  Chapter Ten

  The Lakeland City wasn’t really as grand as it looked from the other side of the lake. A town by Earth’s standards. The population, compromised of male Hezara, predominately lived in high-rise blocks skirting the edge of the city, while in the middle, scooped out like a bowl, was the valley containing the amenities—the government of the region, businesses, a hospital, and the police headquarters. Jago pointed at the various buildings as they walked. Odesta was not one of Hezara’s key production planets. Other planets circling the cluster of stars had better resources than this mediocre world.

  Shayla was surprised by the lack of vehicles. Everyone walked or used the public transport system, which resembled a monorail with zooming shuttles. As for people, the city required a large number of droids. Some, like sexdroids, were flesh forms and reasonably natural in appearance; others were robotic, metallic, and skeletal. Their function was to provide support to the city, whether as messengers, maintenance workers, or guards. They were ugly things for the most part, awkward and inelegant with featureless faces and plodding feet. Hezara ignored them, treating them with contempt. At night, they were shut down to refuel; housed in warehouses, according to Kriss. She was left with the impression he and Jago rarely visited the city.