the device as it taught her to open immediately and accept whatever poked its way inside of her with a suitable groan of appreciation. Most of the time she was distracted, wondering about her future, if she’d ever go anywhere, be anyone special.
This had to be easier. More pleasurable than that impersonal fucking machine.
She stuck her bottom up and Jago’s cock sprang free. A second later, she was re-occupied by Kriss’s long stroke. He thrust hard, driving the full length of his cock right up to her barrier. He cried out, a guttural outburst of frustration.
Kriss withdrew and grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto Jago’s cock.
She screamed. The suddenness of the switch, forcing her upright, caught her by surprise.
“Gently, brother,” Jago said. “Let’s not rush.”
“I fucking need to empty my balls,” Kriss growled. “I’m in agony after that ass fuck.”
Jago pushed aside Kriss’s hands. “I’m not.”
The two nestors glared at each other over Shayla’s shoulders. She shriveled, her already pounding heartbeats quickening into a thunderous roar. The unusual fallout unnerved her badly.
“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t—”
“You’re scaring her,” Jago said forcibly. “Do you want to hurt her?”
“No!” Kriss replied in earnest. “I wish only to serve my queen.”
“We both do. Take it easy. Why not hold her breasts, let them fill your hands. They’re wondrous.”
Kriss reached round and cupped each of her breasts. She waited for a painful squeeze, but none came. The fullness of her flesh seemed to calm him. He groaned and started to kiss the nape of her neck, peppering her with kisses along her shoulders.
She rocked on Jago’s cock, leaned forward and when he withdrew, Kriss replaced him with a graceful dip of his erection. The fluid sequence of movements was established. Jago controlled them by steering her waist and occasionally slipping his hands under her ass cheeks to lift her up, while Kriss explored her with his mouth and hands.
In and out, just like the ridiculous machine back on Earth, but the combination of two men and the sounds of their breathless sighs and moans was beyond her imagination. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the pattern: sink on one cock, impale, grind, then rise up, bend and push back on to the other, filling her pussy once more. Kriss would thrust hard to the core of her body, followed by a swift voiding, before she took Jago’s cock again.
On and on, faster, then slower. Her pussy dripped, and as she rocked, her clitoris chafed against Jago.
Abruptly, Jago growled. A sound she’d never heard come out of his mouth before now. It was deep, almost angry. She opened her eyes. His face was flushed crimson. She crushed her fingers around his broad shoulders and clung on. The nestors were moving too quickly, slamming in and out, and with a ferocity that was beyond human ability.
Jago pushed his finger against her clitoris and rubbed it hard. The message was given. Come now, because clearly, they were close to achieving their goal.
Kriss grabbed her hair, balling a clump of it into his fist. He pulled on her head, tipping her chin up. The dramatic view of the lake, glistening under the golden sunshine, meant nothing to her. She couldn’t care less where she was, or who might be watching. She was focused on one thing—her clit and the orgasm that was about to erupt out of her.
The first contraction was painful. It came when Kriss was buried deep inside of her pussy. He felt the spasm and hollered.
“Glory to the queen!” He withdrew and grabbed the cup off the pedestal.
As her tunnel narrowed, the second wave of spiraling contractions captured Jago’s cock, which he had to grind into her, forcing his way past the tightening muscles. He grunted, bounced her up and down a few times.
Now, as he shifted her off his cock, she reached the stage of her climax when every nerve ending, every damn muscle of her body went into spasms. They rippled out of her core, down her legs and into her curling toes. Her nipples turned to stone, her stomach knotted, and she felt a blackness descend before her eyes. She couldn’t breathe.
She collapsed to one side of the two men and with half-focused eyes, watched the inglorious spectacle of them kneeling on either side of the cup, pumping their seed into it. They groaned in duet, occasionally chuckling with satisfaction at the sight of their milky fluid filling the cup. The two seeds mixed into one, a cocktail of genetic makeup and one that would be harvested for the queen’s benefit.
Throughout their climax, hers continued. She stroked her tender clitoris, nursing it so that the orgasm flowed into another one, then another. The men, having emptied everything they had, finally noticed her. They stared as she lay there on the cushions, legs spread, fingers agitating her nub. Unable to focus, her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
The last thing she heard was a voice raised in alarm.
Chapter Nine
Jago woke first. The sunbeams bounced off the lake and straight through the window. Shayla was curled into a ball. At first he thought she was in pain or distress, then upon closer inspection, he realized she was still fast asleep. The ball was more of a comfort thing, perhaps, or to protect herself now that they had finished.
Her passing out had nearly resulted in Kriss knocking the cup over. He’d shot across the cushions to her side, cradled her in his arms, and stroked her face while soothing her with a soft voice. A remarkable transformation from the hungry man who minutes earlier had been pounding her with his cock. The alarm in his face was genuine. Jago had checked the sensors and the readout confirmed her climactic faint and exhaustion. So, they’d let her be, rather than disturb her tranquility.