“Good thing... I mean human.” He shook his head at his mistake. “I still can’t believe it.” He leaned over her, the head of his cock driving toward her mouth. “That you’re real and... so fucking beautiful.”
The compliment made up for his error. Knowing she was fulfilling their dreams, she sparkled inside and out. The moment of pleasure was brief. His cock plunged into her mouth, passed her flattened tongue and into the confines of her narrow throat. She spluttered and struggled to breathe. Towering over her, his head tilted to the ceiling, his cock and balls deep inside her, he grabbed the sides of her head and cried out.
“The Hunger comes. I await it. I give thanks for it.”
Kriss ceased gorging on her and joined the rousing cry. “I give thanks!”
“Jago, brother, she needs to breathe, remember?” Kriss slapped Jago’s arm.
“Fuck, yes. Air.” Jago withdrew the length of his shaft, leaving the tip of his cock resting on her tongue.
Shayla gasped for more air. She’d seen stars and heard a thrumming in her ears—how close had she been to passing out? Jago cupped her face in his hands, comforting her with his warm palms.
“Don’t let me forget. If you can’t breathe, tap my arm. I won’t pin you down.” He rubbed the length of his shaft. “I can go deep or—”
“Do what you want,” she said without thinking. “I feel so alive when you’re above me.” Through the blur of her vision, she’d admired every muscle of his abdomen, watched the purple lines of his vein pulsate, and focused on what looked like small patterns of scarification on his pectorals. Marks of what, honor? Why hadn’t she noticed them before?
Kriss parted her legs wider. With her head angled backwards, she could only see his upper body. His mouth was closed, the tongue retracted. He raised her pelvis higher, opening her to him.
Her first double fuck. A real one involving men and not machines. She never wanted to be fucked by a machine again. The idea was suddenly repulsive. Men, and only men, would ever claim her from now on. She loved their physiques, the firm tone of their muscles and the heat of their flesh. They breathed on her, moaned as they moved, and cried out when pleased. There was nothing to compare to the real pleasure of sex.
Jago thrust his cock back inside her mouth and in the same instant, Kriss plundered her gaping hole with his cock while holding the backs of her knees in his firm grasp.
After several minutes of relentless motion, the back and forth of hips and gyrating pelvises, she realized they weren’t going to stop. This was a test of her endurance. She had witnessed what nestors could do to a droid, and Kriss and Jago had to find her limits before the Hunger began. Then, they would decide if she was capable. The anxiety returned, preventing her achieving a climax. What if she failed this test? What if she tired before they did? They hadn’t reached their maximum stamina yet, and she was already starting to struggle.
She coughed, her lungs never quite replenishing between Jago’s pauses. He had a momentum that she could not match. Kriss’s thrusts were equally daunting and incredibly fast. She’d not expected these athletic men to have such pace.
Relax, relax, she urged herself. Just let the muscles go, hang the jaw, soften the throat, don’t push back. Alfraya’s lessons echoed in her mind. She stared at the energetic expression of Kriss as his head bobbed up and down in time with his actions and then above her, to the astounding pose of Jago dipping in and out of her mouth while his arms stretched out to his sides, his fists clenched. He was riding her with a balance that was impressive.
That’s it—submit and yield. Offer the body and sacrifice the pain to the great Hezara and their warriors. Alfraya had said this over and over during Shayla’s practical sessions. Now, unlike then, she was having to fight off fears, discomfort, and a small amount of humiliation. Perhaps she was a thing, just a living breathing one.
Don’t, Shayla. Don’t succumb to those that warned you not to do it, those voices of dissent. Be proud you were chosen and considered gifted.
She gulped air and licked Jago’s cock. He tasted of something sweet and savory, his textured skin was hot and surprisingly earthy. The slit at the apex of his cock emitted a tiny amount of liquid. Honey and cinnamon, or maybe salty. A bit of everything. It lubricated her throat and he slid deeper.
“She’s got to come,” Kriss growled. “I’ve got to feel it. I want it.”
“Patience,” said Jago. “She needs to endure more before we let her finish. She has to understand.” He paused to moan. Shayla had halted his words with a powerful suck, using it to further her own needs; her pussy was so close now to exploding and her clitoris throbbed, anticipating a mighty climax. “See, she’s teasing me. However, she has to obey our bodies, not hers.”
Kriss dragged her legs over until her toes touched her shoulders. “I’ll take her ass then.”
“No,” Jago said sharply. He disengaged from her mouth. “Not yet. See, she’s gone rigid.”
She had. Just the thought of his cock in her unprepared ass had tensed her muscles and ruined her impending orgasm. He’d never gain entry without hurting her.
“You have to pace yourself, or she will be spent too quickly. On the day of the Hunger, we have to build slowly. Slowly, Kriss.” Jago playfully slapped Kriss’s red face.
Kriss muttered to himself and lowered her legs. She lay spread-eagled, on the cusp of an orgasm, but unable to unleash it without their help. Their words had brought confusion, as had what she’d witnessed with the other four nestors. She doubted her abilities more than ever, yet at the same time, she was desperate for the Hunger to begin. What was wrong with her?
Jago stroked her cheek and she nuzzled her nose into his expansive palm. “We shouldn’t deny her. She’s worthy.”
“Thank you,” she murmured, licking her dry lips.
“Show us how you do it.”
Her eyes widened. “Me?”
“Yes.”