by Jaye Peaches
The girl of Kriss’s dreams had failed to materialize. Shayla wasn’t an artificial construct. She wasn’t even enhanced. When she was afraid, she went pale, and when something hurt, she cried real tears. Kriss had no means of controlling her, those things just happened. In his haste to fulfil his ideals, he had set aside her emotions so he could enjoy the spontaneity of her natural responses and use it to his advantage. If he carried on treating her no differently than a droid, how soon before he really hurt her? How long would it take before Jago stepped in and protected her? And if he did, where would Kriss’s loyalties lie if Jago chose her over him?
Kriss had to make up his mind—place his desires above Jago and Shayla and risk losing his nestor’s respect, or develop an appreciation of what it meant to have the company of a real woman. A human woman who’d given up her freedom to be theirs.
Jago’s eyes flashed open. He blinked in the bright morning light, then focused on Kriss.
“What’s wrong?” Jago asked.
“Nothing,” Kriss said.
Jago eased himself free of the sleeping girl. “Do you have a problem with her? You’ve been keen to punish her.”
“I like discipline, you know that. She deceives us. It is her weakness.” Kriss rose and backed away from the cushions. “She has had an effect on you.” He nearly mentioned the taste in the air.
“I fucked her in the night, but... it wasn’t like a normal one.”
“Why so?”
“She asked to come—”
“As she should—”
“And when she did, I replied with an apex of my own. It was immensely satisfying, far more than the ones with the droids.” Jago slipped on a pair of pants.
“She’s human. Perhaps her cunt has this ability to force us to orgasm.”
Jago smiled weakly. “I don’t think so. Humans don’t enhance their cunts. No cock stimulants are secreted, no electric pulses radiate from within them to tease us. It was purely natural.”
Kriss drew himself upright. “I agree. She is very natural. I want to keep her. I just need time to adjust. I was not prepared for these other feelings.”
There was an uncomfortable pause. Jago cleared his throat. “I know what you are saying. I’m adjusting, too. I want to share her with you. I did not intend to cheat you out of a fuck last night. She is curious about us. I let her talk and... I liked it. There’s more to her than a fuck.”
“I would like to get to know her too.” Kriss poured out three glasses of water. Jago opened the day’s ration of breakfast, enough for the three of them.
“I’ll wake her.” He started to walk toward her.
“Jago?”
“Yes?” He halted and turned.
“My needs are darker than yours.”
Jago nodded his agreement.
“Please help me keep them in check.”
The smile was welcome. “I will, my brother. And I’ll help you gain the most from her, too. Have no fear. You will achieve the best Hunger ever.”
Kriss’s sigh of relief wasn’t audible. He kept it hidden. Jago still got him. He understood the darkness that resided in Kriss’s soul and he wouldn’t give up on him. They would take her together and learn from each other. And her. Kriss was convinced she was teaching them a few things about human nature.
Chapter Eight
It was the day of the Hunger. Shayla’s excitement was close to overwhelming her. Rising before them, she spent a while bathing, buffing her skin into a sheen, plucking and preening everything that needed it. She oiled herself; slickness was essential. Relaxation was going to be tough. In the preceding days, Jago and Kriss had taken her two or three times a day. They switched around, between her mouth and pussy, and made sure she orgasmed a few times. There were a few kisses, a stroke here and there, but generally, sex continued to be mechanical and surprisingly swift—they worked long shifts, came home hungry for food and her, which wasn’t disappointing. Both Kriss and Jago were also keen to keep her as fresh as possible while ensuring she was ready for the big day. Neither of them had mentioned her untouched asshole.
As for the oracle, she’d parked the idea of ‘borrowing’ another one. She hadn’t exactly lied to Jago and Kriss—she told them she wouldn’t touch their oracle. However, they had let her ask questions, and they had answered them. She’d steered away from the queen and incubators, and concentrated on their peculiar childhood and the world they came from—Hinom—another watery planet in a different star system. The conversations had increased their awareness that she wasn’t a thing, an object. Kriss hadn’t mentioned spanking her and the zapper hadn’t reappeared. Bizarrely, she actually missed the ropes. Maybe there was another way to encourage them to use them in a less painful way.
Standing before the mirror, she twirled, admiring the contours of her figure and the smoothness of her skin. In that moment, something unexpected clicked in her head.
Why the hell was she here, on an alien world, preparing herself to be fucked endlessly for a strange species? What was she gaining, other than the adulation of her people back on Earth who had no clue what was really was happening to her? The days of sacrificing humans had long passed, and yet, she was just that, a sacrifice, given up to aliens in exchange for what? Early civilizations did it for their gods, whereas she was expected to maintain the peace between two vastly different worlds. That was one hell of a burden to place on her shoulders and unfair, too.
She backed away from the mirror, feeling both hot with inexplicable arousal and shivering with nerves. She wasn’t up to this, surely. Fuck them! Fuck everyone who wanted a piece of her, including those back on her Earth. She’d put in a request to go home; they’d let her, wouldn’t they? She’d go straight to her father and warn him that there was nothing in it for the nestors but sex, lots of fucking, and that was it. Hardly worth sacrificing countless women. Innocent women, too. Had any of them really understood what was expected of them?
But... the shame of it. She’d be labeled a failure and shunned. What future awaited her back on Earth?
Creeping closer to her reflection, she examined herself again. She was good-looking; everyone told her that, it wasn’t just her opinion. She had curves in the right places and flesh where it was needed. Nothing surplus, no scars, no blemishes. She had two generous breasts and longish legs. She wasn’t an athlete, but she was well-toned. As for her eyes—okay, perhaps too round—and her nose had a teensy-weensy button shape to its end. Her lips she was especially proud to own. Every bit of her face was natural; she’d not had to undergo any cosmetic alterations.
They wanted her. Kriss and Jago. Every time they came home, within minutes of arriving, they were inside her, clamoring for her orgasms, heating their loins against her hips and driving themselves to their apexes, the minor orgasms of pleasure that never delivered any seed. Nobody would ever want her like that back on her Earth. She was something special to her aliens and that was because she was a woman, one of a handful on the planet, possibly.
And there was her answer. That was what was missing from their relationship. They didn’t understand her or what it meant to be feminine. Admittedly, they’d allowed her clothing, which helped, and hadn’t expected her to be like a servant to any of their other daily needs. Jago in particular liked to chat with her, and even Kriss had lost his hard edge when he spoke to her. But did they really know what made her tick and what she could offer them? So, could she educate them to need her in other ways? What if she helped them discover what it meant to have a real woman?
However, first of all, she had to have their complete confidence in her, and that meant satisfying the Hunger. Today mattered more than she realized when she awoke that morning. Get this right and she would have them eating out of the palm of her hand. Of course, she grinned at her reflection, they mustn’t know that. They had to believe they controlled her, and through her obedience, they would have faith in her. Meanwhile, she would pick away at their attitudes and change them, make them better men, real alphas. T
hen, she would have the opportunity to work on her mission.
She walked into the main room and stopped on the threshold. They were waiting for her, side by side, stark naked and... different. Something had happened in the hour or so she’d been absent from their sides. Their skin had darkened into a rich copper hue; their eyes were lighter, though, and brighter. She was sure she could see the outline of the beating hearts through their chests. But most noticeable were their cocks. She’d expected the size—the girth of her wrist, and the length—two magnificent poles. What she’d not seen before was the extent of the coloration. The purple veins ringing their erections glowed, luminescent lines that formed intricate patterns, much like tattoos. The heads, the smooth glans, were a vibrant shade of indigo. As for their balls, she gaped—the weight of them and the tautness of the skin clearly indicated they were full and ready to burst.
“Don’t be afraid,” Jago said.
Afraid? Was that why her adrenaline was ramping up to new levels? She hoped not. She really wanted it to be excitement that was rushing through her body, aiming straight for her lower belly. Don’t kill me with those huge cocks, was what was racing through her mind. Don’t leave me broken.
She remembered her pep talk in front of the mirror—be a woman. Overwhelm them with feminine guile and the illusion of control. Own them, while letting them take her, claim her. She relaxed her arms, shaking off the trembles, and flattened her bare feet on the cool floor. Slowly, she walked toward them, sashaying her hips and allowing her breasts to sway with the movement.
Would they grab her, throw her onto the cushions or over the back of the chair, and ravish her without a care for her needs? They could so easily crush her small form under theirs. She was nearly an arm’s length away, but they hadn’t moved. Both of them stood like stunned statutes, their mouths agog, their eyes burning with desire.
“What can I do for you, gentleman?” She added as much seduction to her tone as she could muster, “My lords, my noble warriors.” She embellished them with praise, praying they would remember they were not beasts or animals, but honorable men.
Kriss rose up onto his tiptoes as if to pounce on her. Jago grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. “Remember,” he whispered.
One of them was using his head, the other probably wasn’t. How dangerous was Kriss? Was she prepared for what he might unleash upon her?
Kriss groaned and lowered his heels. “Sure,” he said. He cleared his throat. “Why not lie here, Shayla.” He pointed at the nest of cushions.
So there were would be foreplay, kisses, and sensual touches, like they’d done previously. Did she really need all that? She was conscious of the trickle slithering down her inner thigh, the steady pulse of her pussy as it clenched in anticipation. Everything that needed to be happening in preparation was happening naturally and plentifully.
Now was her moment. Own it, Shayla.
“Is that what you want me to do, sir?” she asked Kriss directly.
“What I want, you couldn’t possibly do,” he said, cocksure. His erection twitched, springing closer to his flat stomach.
She inched closer, keeping her hips swinging and her chin low, appearing demure, but thinking something different. Act submissive, but be sassy, confident. Nobody had taught her that, but it made sense. The nestors had no idea what a human female felt inside, they were open to whatever she suggested.
“I need you, Kriss,” she said softly. She sidestepped, and with her eyes peeping out from under her long lashes, she stared at him. Her confidence grew. This was the way to tame them. She walked around the pair, forcing them to twist and crane their heads to keep sight of her alluring figure.
Kriss grabbed his cock and growled.
“Cool it,” Jago said. “She’s playing her game, let her.”
“My game?” She returned to face them. “I don’t have a game, sirs. I’m entirely yours, am I not?”
Jago laughed. “You think you can play us like a programmed droid?”
“I’ve no idea what a droid can do. I’ve not met one.” Nearly the truth. She rested her hand on her waist and used the other one to stroke up and down her hip. “Do they do this?”
“They bend,” Kriss said, his lips curling upward. “They cry if I tell them to. They scream, too, if that’s what I want.”
“I can do those things, if you want me to. Just say.” Shayla’s heart was pounding against her breastbone. Had she taken her gamble too far? What if he wanted pain? What if he demanded the roughest of sex and offered her nothing in return?
It was Jago who moved first. He reached out, grabbed her roving hand and placed it on his cock. “Feel this, Shayla,” he said calmly. “Don’t ask for something you can’t give us.”
She ringed her fingers around his shaft. The tips of her fingers barely reached her thumb. He might as well be made of steel—there was not a jot of give beneath the ribbed skin. Undeterred, she squeezed as hard as she could. Jago gasped, his eyes widening.
“Give me this,” she said each word with added emphasis. “All of it.”
“So be it.” Jago took her wrist, dragging her hand away from his cock and spun her around. “Bend over.”
She’d made her nest, and it wasn’t a comfortable one on the floor. She’d asked for this and now, given her eagerness to seduce them, she was about to find out if she had the courage to see things through.
She dropped her head, bent and stuck her bottom up. Jago rested his hand on the base of her spine, forcing her lower, then to her surprise, he slid it down between her cheeks and along the folds of her sex. He was gentle with his caresses, almost too kind.
“You are wet,” he said. “And open.” He paused with his fingers poised to penetrate. “I get what you’re doing, Shayla. But, it isn’t happening like that.”
“Like what, sir?” she said, clasping her hands around her kneecaps for support.
“Play this role, little human, but I know it isn’t real. You’re not like that.”
Kriss grasped a handful of her hair and lifted her head up. “You’re ours, remember?” He tutted, shaking his head from side to side as if she was a naughty child.
She nipped her lower lip. “I am. I’m just—”
“Trying too hard.” Jago gave her rump a hard slap.
“Ow!”
“Stop trying to act. We might not have spent much time with humans, but this isn’t the Shayla who arrived here a few days ago. This is pretense.”
She pouted. “I wanted to be a real woman for you.”
“Like you’re not? You do remember we are used to machines. We don’t need role playing. We program those things ourselves. So, just be Shayla, okay?”
She blinked. “I am a woman, though. I wanted to tempt you, tease you. Make you feel desperate.”
Kriss laughed. “For fuck’s sake, we are desperate. All Hezara men are desperate for a proper fuck.”
Jago took her arm and guided her upright. He towered over her, they both did. She swallowed a hard lump. She’d blown it, ruined everything.
“Be yourself,” Jago said. “That is the best woman I know, a natural woman. Seduce us with that. No more strutting. Now, kneel on a cushion, and open that fine mouth of yours. We’re going to do this sensibly, a gentle buildup so that we don’t split you apart. Did you really think that we wouldn’t take care of you?”
“Oh,” she murmured. “I thought if I showed you my feminine wiles, you’d let me... keep you happy.”
“Control things?” Kriss chuckled. “We are Hezaran. We might be ruled by queens, but when it comes to the Hunger, we are in charge. Now kneel, Shayla.”
Her ruse had failed. How stupid she’d been to think guile would work in her favor; the nestors weren’t fools just because they’d not had much experience with real women. It had only taken a week for them to have the full measure of her and she knew, whatever else she might think, she was happiest when doing as bidden. If there was any hope of influencing Jago and Kriss, she had to bend and surrender
, just as she’d been trained to do. What was the point of resisting, setting herself up to fail when deep down, she wanted them as much as they needed her. The evidence of that desire burned in her belly, tortured her hardened nipples, and electrified every nerve ending in her body.
She sank her knees into the cushions, tipped her head back and dropped her jaw. The nestors stood side by side, eager for her and it was no surprise that Jago took the advantage of her first. He dipped into her mouth, using the groove of her tongue to guide his cock deeper. She breathed through her nose, flaring her nostrils, then held her breath for him. He hooked his hand around her neck and scrunched his fingers into her hair. With her anchored, he edged forward. She brought all of her previous experience to bear, knowing this was no quick fuck—Kriss was waiting in the wings for his turn.
For a while, they took turns, happy to switch back and forth, making her dizzy with the tug and pull of her hair from one side to the other. So close they stood together, that their bodies blurred into one; she was squeezed between their thighs and handled according to their needs. Jago preferred long, savoring dips, while Kriss liked the swift thrusts that went deep. She snatched what moments she could to tease and suck them, and whenever they lingered a little longer, she coiled her tongue around their shafts, tickling the ribs of their swollen erections.
Back and forth, it was mind numbing in its repetitiveness, yet thrilling, too. While not one drip spilled out of them, she leaked terribly. She tried to crush her legs together, but she couldn’t halt the rivulets that weaved their way down. If she gave in and came without permission, it would warrant a rebuke, but with their cocks constantly in her mouth, she had no opportunity to ask. She clung on to their legs and savored their unique flavor, relishing Jago’s salty bite and delighting in Kriss’s sweeter musk.