by Jaye Peaches
“Don’t stop.” Jago grasped each of her ass cheeks and lifted her up to the bulb of his cock, where the blood pumped turning his veins purple and rigid, then slammed her back down, forcing her to keep going when her exhausted body struggled to move.
Unable to contain the momentum she’d built, she cried out. Her orgasm had longevity, and perhaps its strength was due to new emotions, too, just like he felt. While she kept coming, Kriss’s kisses rained down on her back and neck. The change in him was obvious, too. No longer was penetration his goal. He enjoyed the touch of skin against skin. The man who once plundered without thought for anything other than satisfying his primary urges was in a dreamy state with eyes closed.
Somehow, they tumbled onto the floor, landing in a heap in the cushions. There they continued, long into the night, and unlike the Hunger, with its selfish needs, they practiced something different. Jago had no name for it, but Shayla did. She told them they were making love.
“Love,” he murmured as he dipped in and out of her wetness, stretching her with long strokes of his cock.
“Yes.” She kissed the hollow of Jago’s throat.
“I like it.”
The three of them lay side by side with Shayla between them, facing Jago. Kriss moved in and out of her ass with practiced ease and although he hadn’t lost his appetite for fucking her with vigor, he’d mellowed in other ways. The duet of two cocks working in harmony ensured not only that they enjoyed the bodily thrusts, but also that they carried Shayla with them. They paused to allow her to catch up when they went too fast, or when it was obvious she was close to yet another glorious orgasm, they touched her in her sweetest spots—her tender nipples and clitoris.
They ceased when the darkness prevented him from seeing her eyes. If he couldn’t see her face, then this fucking meant nothing to him.
* * *
Jago lay on his back, his body steaming with heat. Nearby, Shayla slept in Kriss’s soporific arms, still plugged by his cock, her breathing shallow. The two of them were peaceful in their sleepy embrace. A few weeks ago, Jago would have thought it impossible for his nestor to rest in such a state of physical intimacy. Kriss’s attitude toward the sexdroid, in retrospect, was indulgent and driven by selfish desires. The mechanical thing might not have feelings, but he’d had little success at imagining it to be real. Jago had practiced kisses and such things on it, but nothing he’d done had created the passionate emotions that now enveloped him.
He tucked his hands behind his head. What now? She wanted him to approach the queen, and he would, when the queen emerged from her confinement. He’d have to ensure no Gotti servants were present, which they often were, hovering in the background, their tails twitching impatiently. Now he had a better understanding of why those creatures kept such a close eye on his queen. They were the ears and eyes of the Junta, or whoever determined the fate of the queens.
Was he a traitor for wanting to help Shayla? Possibly, if no good came out of it. But, Jago was starting to believe something positive was in the making between Hezara and humans. This odd, pleasant feeling that came whenever he joined with Shayla was addictive. If he had his way, there would be no end to it. He would keep her by his side forever. He glanced at Kriss. Did his nestor feel the same way?
He rose, stretching his arms above his head. Dawn’s new sun was warming the skies with a yellow glow. Soon, he would be underground, keeping his queen safe from intruders. A worthy task, he always thought, and one he’d done automatically without engaging his mind. That had to stop. He was not a droid. If Shayla had taught him one important thing in the last couple of days, it was having the courage to think for himself.
As for the Hunger, he couldn’t halt it. It was unstoppable. However, he had it in his powers to tame its worst elements. There was no reason why he or Kriss should not learn from Shayla this lovemaking art of which she spoke. It intrigued him how feelings and physical urges could be fused together to the advantage of both nestor and human Gift. She had something else to teach them.
Humans were intriguing and not at all primitive. The Junta were wrong about them, which led Jago to wonder: what else were they not being told?
Chapter Fourteen
The hardest part of the day was being alone in the house. Shayla paced the room, used the exercise apparatus that Kriss had acquired to keep her fit and energetic, and occasionally nibbled on something nutritious. She watched the fish swim, mesmerized by their colorful scales, and took long baths with aromatic oils. Jago had given her limited access to their oracle, allowing her to find out more things about Hezara, but nothing to do with their military or breeding programs. She wasn’t convinced the information provided to the nestors was the whole picture anyway; the Gotti’s oracle had conflicting knowledge stored on it.
As for the queen, Jago insisted on patience. Three Hungers had come and gone since that conversation and any attempt to broach the topic was met with a steely stare of disapproval.
The Hungers! What a change had come over her nestors since the very first one when they’d fucked her with a wild abandonment. The vigor was there, still, and the passion for her, and something else. She dared not use the ‘love’ word, in case she was terribly wrong. But, it felt like they had a measure of what it might mean to feel a longing that was so unconditional that the Hunger alone could not be the trigger for it.
Any fears they might have for treating her like a droid had evaporated. Okay, there was stuff they did that reminded her of the extreme videos she’d watched back on Earth. A little hair pulling was fine, she liked the way her scalp tingled, and she didn’t mind having her wrists pinioned behind her back or above her head. Kriss’s preference for ass remained, and he continued to bathe her in ull, but as well as the fucking, he treated her to amazing massages, both before and after penetration. Jago on the other hand had learned to tease her, toying with her orgasms, so that she never quite knew when she would explode with a climax.
During the last Hunger, she’d laughed a great deal. “You two read me like a book.”
“A book?” Kriss had asked.
She giggled. “Oh, never mind. Just keep doing that!”
The ‘that’ was his tongue lashing her clitoris.
And so, in a couple of days, another Hunger would be upon them. The only thing that she wished was different was the way they filled the chalice, chanting their silly words of adoration for the queen. She wanted them to spill in her.
The oracle had found music for her. Not exactly Earth style, but close enough. She danced about the room until the dress swirled around her thighs. The song ended and she collapsed against a stretch of wall, finding it cooled her hot skin. Something caught her eye—a thin groove. It outlined a panel in the wall, almost invisible. She traced the line with her finger, up to one corner, along, then down the other side until...
The panel emitted a ping and loosened. She’d triggered a switch. Jumping back, she clutched her hand to her chest. The panel slid sideways to reveal a figure. A feminine body with black hair, long fingers, and wide hips. A naked, hairless body, with a parted slit at the apex of its thighs.
The eyes opened. Blue metallic eyes with vacant pupils.
The lips parted. Honey-colored lips with a plump lower lip. The eyes focused on Shayla.
“What do you desire today?” she asked in a voice that lacked smoothness.
Shayla swallowed; the thing, the creature hidden away, had to be Jago and Kriss’s abandoned sexdroid. It stepped down, combed its long fingers through its ponytail and smiled, revealing immaculately even teeth. Too perfect.
“What I desire,” Shayla stumbled, walking further backwards.
The sexdroid blinked heavily. “You are not my masters.”
“I’m Shayla.”
“I do not know Shayla.” The smile vanished. “I cannot serve Shayla.”
“No, you can’t.” Shayla followed her arms across her chest. “How do you serve your masters?” She had to know what this thing had done with h
er nestors. Was it much different from what they’d done together?
“I obey them. Master Kriss enters here.” The droid turned and bent, parting her ample ass cheeks to reveal a hollow entrance.
Shayla covered her eyes. “Oh, my God, put it away. I don’t need to see.” She peeped between her fingers. The droid was upright and facing her. “Do you have a name?”
“I have no designation.”
Sad, thought Shayla, they’d not even named her. “What else... but don’t show me.”
“I suck their magnificent penises—”
So not sexy. The false adoration came across as puerile.
“They use ropes, so that I swing from the ceiling, my wrists and ankles bound together and they enter—”
And horrible, too. “Okay, that’s enough.”
“I do not please them?” The droid glanced from side to side with an apparent air of uncertainty. “Do I require an upgrade?” She blinked. “I have not been activated for—”
“It’s fine. You’re fine.” Shayla waved her hand in front of the droid’s face. She actually felt sorry for the creature with semi-realistic skin and hair. But, the droid had been left behind a panel while all the time she and Jago and Kriss... They’d fucked with her right there, barricaded in a cupboard. The sexdroid wasn’t an it. She might not have feelings, but she certainly had a use and her programming ensured that she knew her purpose was to please. Now, unlocked and finding her masters absent, she seemed on the verge of some programming malfunction. Her eyes flitted from side to side, her mouth opening and shutting.
“I serve my masters,” she repeated mechanically.
Shayla reached out and touched her arm. The skin was warm, the flesh soft. “Poor thing. They quite forgot you, didn’t they? How rude of them. Why not go back to sleep.”
“Sleep. Yes. I sleep until required.” The droid—Tina, Shayla decided to call her in a flash—stepped backwards and slotted herself into the compartment in the wall.
“Sleep tight,” Shayla said.
The eyes closed. The lips pressed together. The skin turned whiter. The panel slid back into place. Only then, did Shayla realize that not once had the creature breathed air.
It shouldn’t be there, stuck in the wall. If Shayla meant anything to her nestors, she shouldn’t be sharing a house with their ex. It didn’t matter that the ex wasn’t a real living woman. It was still an ex-girlfriend, of sorts.
Soon, they’d be home. She straightened her skirt. Usually, she’d undress and kneel in the bed of cushions, ready for them to saunter over and claim her. Well, not tonight. First they had some explaining to do.
She’d thought things had progressed. Obviously not. Those moments of near romance, the last when they walked around the lake with each of her hands held by Jago and Kriss, were for her benefit, and not theirs. If they really wanted to develop a meaningful relationship with her, they could evict the droid.
They were due back any minute.
She stood with her back to the glass wall, away from the cushions, and with her clothes on. She folded her arms, slouched a hip to one side, and glared at the door.
If for one second she’d remembered her place, her duty to serve and please her nestors, she might have reconsidered her stance. It really wasn’t the best choice.
Chapter Fifteen
“Shall we tell her?” Kriss asked. For weeks, he and Jago waited for the opportunity to approach the queen, and for the duration, Kriss had attempted to keep Shayla’s request at the back of his mind. He couldn’t help noticing, though, that his curiosity had been stoked by Shayla’s. He wanted to know the answers to her questions, too.
Jago’s strides lengthened. The habitat was in sight. “No. Not yet. Don’t want to get her hopes up. The queen said she’d think about it. We can’t expect anything more than that.”
“True. She was intrigued, though, wasn’t she? She asked quite a few questions about Shayla.”
“Definitely got her attention, but, she’s not likely to make a quick decision. The queen has no need to meet Shayla.”
Kriss slowed. “What if she speaks to the judge, finds out that Shayla broke the rules with the oracle?”
“Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.” Jago turned the corner and the door of their house slid aside. The interior was dimly lit and cool. “Can’t wait to—”
Shayla wasn’t in her usual waiting place in the cushions. She was in the middle of the floor space, with a puckered mouth and her chin jutted forward. As Kriss crossed the threshold of the doorway, she tossed her hair to one side with a flick of her hand. Clothes on or not, she was pure sexiness. The pout she wore was unexpectedly attractive, almost wicked. Mischievous, too. However, his amusement wasn’t appropriate. He planted his hands on his hips and stood side by side with Jago, presenting a unified front.
“Shayla,” Jago said with raised eyebrows. “What’s wrong? Did you forget the time?”
“Nope,” she said, popping her lips on the last syllable.
Kriss flexed his fingers. His palm felt strangely itchy. Was she after a spanking? Weeks had gone by since the arena incident, and he believed that was the last time he would lay his hand across her ass and give it a good hard smack. Maybe not, which seemed to please his cock—it jerked and stretched his pants. But, was this posture of hers part of a game, or was she being disobedient for a reason?
He opted to test her resolve. “Strip and kneel, Shayla. The Hunger is two days away. Did you think we’d skip it this time?”
She shook her head. “Maybe. Why bother with me, when you have alternatives available.”
Jago folded his arms across his chest. Her tone of voice must be annoying him, too. “Alternatives?”
She marched across the floor, detouring around them, and pressed a spot on the wall. A spot that Kriss hadn’t touched in ages.
The panel slid open to reveal the sexdroid. Her eyes sprang open and she smiled a greeting.
“This,” Shayla jabbed her finger at the droid, “has been here the whole time. Every time we fuck, she’s here, entombed in this wall.”
Jago lowered his arms. “She can’t hear or see when she’s deactivated.”
Shayla stamped her foot. “I don’t care. She shouldn’t be in the house. It’s like there is a... a... ghost lurking. It gives me the creeps—”
“A ghost?” Kriss didn’t recognize the human word in the middle of the sentence.
She poked the droid’s arm. “She’s all fleshy, and warm... and she talks. She asked me what I wanted!”
Kriss hid a smile. Now he understood. Jealousy was rare between nestor brothers, but between nestor clans, it was not unknown for men to complain that their droid was not as fulfilling as another’s. So, it seemed Shayla felt the same.
“She’s not as good as you,” he said.
“I should bloody well hope not.”
The droid stepped out of her compartment. “How may I serve you, Masters?”
Jago took the droid’s arm and nudged her backwards. “No service is required. You may retire.”
“Yes, Master.” The droid slotted herself back into the molded wall structure.
“No,” Shayla said, her eyes blazing with a fire that Kriss hadn’t seen before now. “She’s not staying in there. You’ll have to find a new home for Tina.”
“Tina?” Jago activated the panel and it hid the droid again.
“It’s her name. You didn’t even give her a name, so I did.”
“She’s just a droid,” Kriss said with a shrug. Why was Shayla upset? It wasn’t as if they’d touched the sexdroid since she’d arrived. “I don’t understand. What’s the problem with it?”
“It!” Shayla screeched.
Kriss expelled a frustrated sigh. “You’re going over my lap. That’s a certainty.”
“Why? For pointing out that my predecessor lurks in the wall, waiting to serve? You forgot her, didn’t you?”
Jago held up his calming hand, and stepped between Kriss and Shayla. “W
hy do you care, Shayla? She’s not real. You are.”
“She’s more than a thing, though.” Tears welled in her eyes.
Kriss let go of his frown. Seeing her upset unnerved him. “A thing?”
“You don’t fuck a thing. It’s... unnatural.”
“But you did on Earth. You said so yourself, they used machines to train you. We were your first time, weren’t we?”
She nodded and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “They didn’t look like people. She looks real enough. I had just... objects.”
“Yes, that was the way you described it.” Kriss glanced at Jago and shrugged. What was the real problem; it wasn’t the droid, surely?
Jago stepped toward her, placed his long arm around her hunched shoulders and gently squeezed her. Her indignation was gone, and she met his embrace with a bowed head.
“So, what’s up?” he said casually. “And if it bothers you, we can remove the droid... Tina.”
Kriss nodded. “Sure. I’ll put in a request right now.” He walked over to the communication console and put in an order for the droid to be removed as soon as possible. By the time the message was transmitted, Jago had Shayla sat on his knee on the armchair.
“Speak to us,” Jago said softly.
“She asked me what I wanted,” Shayla said, sniffling.
“Your appearance would have confused her protocols,” Jago explained.
“I realized that. She wants to please you. Both of you.”
“It is what she does,” Kriss said. He leaned on the back of the chair, over Jago’s shoulder.
Shayla huffed. “And me? What do I do? Don’t I matter to you?”
Jago patted her back. “Of course—”
“Then, if your feelings for me are real, then why didn’t you remove her? Shouldn’t the idea of her standing there, barricaded behind a wall, make you uncomfortable? She’s a reminder of how things used to be, how you used to fuck. I like to think with me it’s different... more... emotional. Enjoyable.” She clasped her hands together.