“You’re genetically enhanced. Wow. That’s amazing. And it all happens before you’re hatched?”
He nodded. “So, we share many things, but ultimately, we are individually crafted. You do not undergo such transformations?” He turned to face her.
“Er, no. Genetically modifying a human before birth would be frowned upon, unless it’s to prevent an incurable disease. We take what we are given by our parents.” Which in her case meant brains from her father and what from her mother? She never really knew her mom. “Do you mind that you are designed?”
He shrugged. “Why would I?”
“Hezarans have incredible capabilities.”
“Indeed,” he said proudly.
“So, why not engineer more females?” The question seemed innocent enough.
Jago stiffened. He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut.
“You have so few females naturally, I assume given the ratio, why not create more artificially? Also, can’t you interbreed with other species—”
“Hush.” He pressed his finger to her lip. “Kriss stirs.”
She lay back. All she heard was Kriss’s slow exhales. “He’s—”
“No more questions.” He loomed over her, his face cast into the shadows.
She snatched a breath. His cock was resting on her hipbone. It twitched and extended itself. Seconds zoomed past and in that brief moment, Jago shifted, planted his hands on either side of her head and knocked her legs apart with his knees.
When he lowered his mouth, her lips were ready to receive his kiss. His tongue darted into her mouth and she tasted something like buttermilk. He thrust forward, penetrating her. Wrapping her arms around him, she embraced him and clung on, yielding to his thickening cock. By the time she was fully occupied, he had achieved the same girth as her wrist. She smothered a cry. The pinch of pain was extraordinary and gone in a flash.
She expected a pounding momentum, but it never came. Jago rocked back and forth, dipping his erection in her core with an easy sway of his hips. She hooked her legs around the back of his thighs and enjoyed the pleasure of his chest gliding over her tender nipples before he rose high above her head. He remained high above her diminutive body, which was nestled under his and trapped there. There was nowhere to move, no escape.
Was it lovemaking? Not by her definition. He cared little for caresses or kisses, but he wasn’t pounding her or forcing his cock so deep inside she feared she might burst asunder. They were in a between place, hopefully one that would transition him to where she would like to go. The irony of the situation—she might not be in control, but she was determined to educate her nestors, or at least one of them, into the ways of humans. No more treating her like a machine. If they understood her feelings, they might help her in other ways. Her future depended on Jago. If she submitted herself to him fully, she might not need the oracle to find her answers. He would provide them and in return, she’d offer him everything he desired.
She lifted her pelvis in time to meet his dip and hung her arms around his sinewy neck.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured. The orgasm was there, waiting for execution. “Please, may I come?” she asked sweetly.
“Yes,” he groaned.
She clenched, threw back her head, and pressed her lips together to halt the scream that wanted out. The ripples of the heart-stopping orgasm triggered his mediocre orgasm. He stilled, enjoy
ing his minor climax with a low gasp of surprise.
“Why, that was welcome,” he said, before extracting his purple-lined cock from her pussy. He flopped next to her, grinning from ear to ear. “Fuck, I can’t wait for the Hunger. Girl, you are going to make us explode.”
“Really?” she said, curling under his outstretched arm.
He coiled it around her shoulders, giving her his warm body.
“Yes.” He looked over at the dormant Kriss. “He’ll need you more than I. He just has to...”
“What?”
“Nothing.” Jago closed his eyes.
Shayla couldn’t sleep. What did Kriss just have to do? Jago had answered plenty of her questions, but many remained unanswered. Kriss was one. The other was the lack of females. Jago had not liked that question one bit.
Chapter Seven
Kriss yawned and forced his heavy eyelids to open. He twisted onto his knees and nearly collided with the sleeping couple. Shayla was in Jago’s arms, her body glued to his with one of her legs resting on top of his thighs. His cock, just like Kriss’s, was bolt upright and on display. He licked the air with his darting tongue and tasted a familiar flavor. Kriss had no doubt that Jago had fucked her in the night.