“No. She bathed. Went out.”
“For a walk,” she said.
“Good. And, slightly raised pulse and heartrate for half an hour upon return. I suppose that is normal after exercise.” Jago returned to her side. “A little warmup.”
Her heartrate increased. “Yes,” she agreed.
It wasn’t long before they joined her on the cushions. She reveled in the splendid sight of their nakedness, the purple lines that webbed their cocks and loins illuminated the girth of their erections.
Jago kissed her nipples while Kriss lowered his mouth to her bare mound. “I want to taste her,” he said.
His tongue lashed her prominent clitoris and she juddered. Meanwhile, Jago sucked the entirety of her nipple into his mouth and stretched it. He toyed with her other nipple with his fingertips and rubbed his cock against her hipbone. The impatience of the previous day was gone. Both men wanted the opportunity to explore her body using the most sensual parts of their body—lips, fingertips, tongue, and the smooth glans of their heavy cocks. Their eagerness gave her little opportunity to reciprocate. She squirmed appropriately, sighing loudly, just to make sure they understood she was enjoying every second. It wasn’t an act though, she realized, as her eyes fluttered and her heart quickened. She was really delighting in their attention.
Something long and fleshy dipped inside her open sex lips. Kriss’s head was wedged between her quivering legs, his nose pressed to her mound.
“Your tongue!” she shrilled.
He lifted his head and showed her his open mouth. His tongue was twice the length she expected it to be and appeared tubular and rigid. “What the—”
Jago silenced her with a kiss, blocking her view. The kiss worked, she exhaled and regained her composure. “What is it?” she whispered.
“We call it the whale.” He chuckled. “You have whales on Earth?”
She nodded.
“Big tongues that capture little fishes. Kriss is able to alter the shape of his tongue. It’s an enhancement.”
The tongue, the enhancement, was working its magic, flitting in and out of her pussy. She panted and gripped the nearby cushions in her fists.
“Enhancement,” she stammered. “Do you have one?” Kriss’s tongue was somewhere deep inside her now, licking her out.
Jago smiled. “Nothing that benefits you.”
She squealed. “What’s he doing down there?”
Jago peered past her midriff. “It seems that he’s so taken with fucking with his tongue, it is now the size and shape of a small penis. I guess humans don’t usually do these kinds of things?”
“No,” she said faintly. “It’s usually my mouth that takes a cock in it.”
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bsp; Below, the bolstered projectile of Kriss’s tongue shot in and out of her. She wriggled, the sensation was infuriatingly ticklish and unlike being fucked with a cock, it held her in a constant state of near-orgasm—neither big enough to truly satisfy, nor small enough to ignore. And the thing came out of his mouth!
“You don’t like it?” Jago asked. “He might stop if you ask. He’s quite in the flow of things though. Normally, when he does this to a droid, they don’t get so wet and frisky. Does she taste good?” he asked Kriss.
Kriss withdrew and lifted his chin. He licked his lips and grinned. “Brilliant. So much better than those manufactured flavors. Cunt flavor is pure natural.”
She shivered at the vulgar description, finding it both distasteful and arousing.
Jago flicked her nipple and she jolted. “Want a taste of me?”
She nodded eagerly. Jago shifted to kneel behind her head and she tipped her head back. He kindly placed a cushion under her neck and shoulders to support it.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
Kriss resumed his leisurely tasting session and, as his hands roved aimlessly, he combined it with strokes of her lower belly and clitoris. How long could he keep his tongue like that? Ages, probably, it wasn’t as if it needed to ejaculate. What a crazy world she’d come to.
Jago tapped her chin and she obediently opened her mouth as wide as her jaw would allow.