The rhythm was set, and it helped that he stuck to a pendulum swing. With the fluid forming a torrent around her hole and his shaft, they kept the beat, never missing it. He had a stamina that was mind-blowing, but then, so was hers. She was proud of herself. Alfraya would be too.
The tingling in her clit was the hardest part. To be so close and denied. Any moment, she’d lose control and...
Kriss slipped out with a gasp. “I’m close. Fuck, it’s halfway through the day and I’m nearly there.”
Jago slapped his back. “I know. It goes to prove that natural sex is better for the Hunger. Easier for all of us.”
“We should... you know, stage three.”
“Yep.” Jago switched off the shower. “Stand carefully, Shayla, that’s it. Keep hold of my arm. We’ll turn on the water, it will help dissolve away the ull.”
She rocked, grateful for his support. The water magically washed off the fluid, leaving her skin fresh and slightly prickly. Kriss watched, his hard cock shiny and coated. When she was finished, she stepped to one side and he bathed.
Jago drew her into his arms and she rested her head on his chest. “Well done.”
“That was kind of amazing. Hard. Brutal. My ass is aching.”
“Hurting?”
“No. Used.” She laughed. “It’s better than one of those steel or glass plugs.”
“I bet.” He tipped up her chin. “Kriss was unusually restrained, I have to admit. He’s learning, like me, to treat you differently.”
She’d dried off in his embrace. The room was damp, though.
“Let’s get you comfortable.” Jago took her hand.
“Stage three?”
“The best part. We get to fill the vessel.”
* * *
The stage was set swiftly. The cushion plumped up in a circle and Jago seated in the midst. On a small pedestal next to him, a gold cup, but ornate and sterile; they’d unwrapped it while speaking strange incantations, placing it with a reverence that was almost amusing. This was important, the collection of their seed—the future of their species depended on it.
No pressure on me, then, she thought.
Once more, she impaled herself on his cock, consuming the length of it in one glorious movement.
“Wow,” she exclaimed. Each time got better and better.
Jago looped his hand around the back of her neck and drew her down, until her lips brushed against his cheek. A shadow fell upon them. Kriss was behind her, kneeling and straddling both of Jago’s outstretched legs.
The implication was clear. Both of her holes were about to be well fucked. Stage three was commencing.
She held her breath, reminding herself that she was more than capable of taking him there. But... he wasn’t oiled, neither was she. She tensed, clamping around Jago’s cock.
“Relax,” Jago whispered. “Lean toward me and lift your ass.”
“But I’ll slip out of you.”
“I know. Think of it like a dance. It’s going to be me, then him. You just need to rock forward and back.” Jago swept the hair out of her face.
Shayla shook her head. Two cocks working her pussy? “It can’t work like that. I don’t think—”
“Hush. We’ve practiced many times with droids. Alternating cocks, because we have to spill at the same time into the cup, and your essence must be on our cocks when we come, it makes the seed potent having real cunt juice running down our cocks. Don’t forget, we want you to come, too.” He reached up and kissed her mouth. She tasted him and sighed into his mouth. She wasn’t convinced about his theory, but what the heck, she was in on the thrill of it.
Was what he proposed any different from the sex machine that worked her hard; it had used three or four artificial cocks in rotation. In and out, spin to the next fabricated penis substitute; in, then out, spin again. She recalled the whir, the rhythm of