“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.
“That’s it,” one would say, panting, his hand combing the tangled locks of hair out of her face, then the other. “Suck harder, girl.”
She mixed up their voices. She wasn’t sure sometimes if it was Jago urging her on, or Kriss. Both of them sounded now so alike, she hadn’t the wits to tell them apart.