“Oh, no,” she said hurriedly. “But, on Earth, I had regular checkups.”
He pursed his lips. “Well, the oracle will tell them everything they need.”
“They have access to their own oracle?”
“They do. Rather essential. As well as the Gotti, there are a few other species living on the planet. Specialists in other things. Their oracle provides all the knowledge on the inhabitants of Odesta. All medics have access to the data.”
She lay back on the cushions and tucked her hands behind her head. If she needed an oracle that was open to multiple users, then one in a hospital had to be the easiest to use. She’d have to be alone with it. But now she knew how to use it, she’d be quick. The advantage of telepathy was that it communicated things faster than speaking or reading.
What would be the best approach...?
Kriss dropped the weights on the floor. The vibrations shot across the room. She jumped.
In a blink of an eye, he moved to stand over her, perspiration trickling down his forehead. All over his body, veins stood out, pulsating with the heat of his blood. He stuck his thumbs under the waistband of his pants, which barely covered his hips. The outline of his erection was visible, pushing the material out into a tent and signifying her break was over. Slowly, he eased the band down and the rosy tip of his cock poked out. Enormous, again, and starting to glow purple.
“Fuck,” she said under her breath. Her pussy clenched, its drenching instantaneous, like a triggered switch inside her belly. She stuck out her tongue expectantly.
“Nah,” Kriss drawled, his lazy hips swaggering as he walked away from her. “In here.” He pointed at the door. “I need a shower. And you know the kind of shower I mean.”
She snapped her jaw shut. Plans would have to wait.
Jago laughed and the fish darted away. “Need my help?”
Kriss shook his head. “I’ll just let the ull run all over her.”
“Send her to me when you’re done. I’m getting hungry again.”
She rolled her eyes at Jago. “Oh, please, I’m not a dish. I have feelings, guys.”
The smile dropped off Jago’s face. He leaned down, his nose brushing the tip of hers. The kiss propelled her to the next level of arousal, and by the time he’d finished, her lips ached and her dress was slipping off her shoulders.
“Felt that, didn’t you?”
She nodded.
“There’s more of that after Kriss has woken you up.” He lifted his head. “Take your time, Kriss. No hurry. But make sure she can walk out, I need her legs good and steady for what I have in mind.” He winked.
By the time Shayla reached the door, she was naked.
* * *
She woke in the middle of the night. Her thirst was intense. She crept across the room and helped herself to a glass of water. The heart twins slept on, undisturbed.
She was hot, burning up. A fever? She doubted it was an illness, but maybe the symptom would be useful. What heated her up was a yearning, a fire in her belly that refused to extinguish itself. Unbelievable! One long ass fuck followed by a longer spell on her knees sucking Jago’s cock, and she wasn’t tired or drained of energy. If only they understood that the more they desired her, the more she felt connected to them. Every time they touched her or sent her spiraling into an orgasm, her feelings toward the nestors shifted from a simple physical need to an emotional one. What would make them feel the same way?
Lying back down, she tried to sleep. It took time to fall into the abyss, and when she did, she dreamt. The fantasy that her unconscious mind concocted involved hundreds of naked Hezara and just her. She was like the queen, but instead of sitting on a throne, she was spread on a table, and one by one, they came by and... she jerked awake. Something was inside her pussy, it tickled. She was so very wet down there.
She propped herself up on her elbows. Her legs were parted and between them was Kriss’s head. His tongue was lashing her sex in long, glorious strokes. She sighed and settled back. She dozed, drifting in and out of the same dream, imagining those hungry men taking her one after the other, and all the time, Kriss teased her, skating his tongue along the groove of her folds and now and again, darting it into her hole. She came in a gentle wave of spasms while still half awake, half asleep. She loved the subtle orgasms of gentle sex, but she also liked the Kriss who claimed her in the shower, the man who pummeled her ass with his mammoth cock, pulled on her locks of hair and smacked her ass when she begged to come. That man was fun, too.
Jago yawned and stretched his arms above his head. He grinned. “You started early on breakfast.”
Shayla wriggled away from Kriss. Sex wasn’t on her mind any longer. The dream was starting to fade.
“I’m not hungry.” She was in fact starving, but the only way she could feign sickness was by not eating.
“She’s very flushed.” Jago touched her forehead with the back of his hand. “What did you do to her?”
Kriss shrugged. “I ate her pussy.”