“Confinement?”
“Breeding. The Hunger keeps her busy.”
Poor woman. Nothing more than a breeding machine. And for how long? When would a new queen be created? Odesta was overflowing with hungry men and a few real women. The frustration was all around, it lived in the air, and was barely under control. If the judge hadn’t been there...
She shuddered, and her heart pounded with renewed anxiety. The sense of vulnerability was back in abundance. There was no hope of a future with Jago and Kriss if the world around her wasn’t safe.
“I don’t want to go anywhere without you,” she said.
Jago scooped her off the floor into his arms. “We’ll protect you.”
Chapter Thirteen
He drew her closer to his body. How small she was, just a cozy bundle in his arms, and precious. Helpless, too, it seemed to the casual observer, but she wasn’t. She’d bravely taken her punishment until overwhelmed by the events that followed, and who could blame her for feeling afraid when faced by a horde of hot-blooded men?
As for the oracle, the explanation she’d given for her actions was plausible and not malicious in nature. Kriss agreed. His nestor was angry at the deception of his own leaders, something to debate when they were alone.
Her milky skin was soft. He trailed his fingers down her arm, along her leg, and under the skirt of her dress. He stroked her warmed bottom and cupped one glowing ass cheek. She sighed, drifting in the calmness, and tip
ped her head back.
There it was, the yearning, and so unlike the fever-driven Hunger. Yes, it stirred his cock, stiffened it into a rod, but something else was there, too. What was this sensation that afflicted him? The emotions were inexplicable, hard to define. She needed him—beneath the fabric, her nipples were traceable and her breathing quickened. He probed along the groove of her sex, finding it slick and ready.
As Jago drew her dress up and over her hips, she twisted and shifted herself upright so that she could straddle his lap with her legs. Her half-opened eyes and gentle smile on her face were a lure, a trap, and he happily allowed himself to be ensnared by her.
He exposed his erection. The stiffness was almost complete. She rose and sank with ease, impaling herself with a cry of delight. Swaying from side to side, smiling still, she rested her hands on his shoulders and he supported her around the waist. By the time her bottom reached his lap, he was lost to those unfathomable sensations.
She bucked and arched her back, and he let her set the pace. Slow, then fast, she gyrated her hips and squeezed his captured cock. Out of the corner of his eye, Kriss approached her from behind. He nuzzled his nose in her hair, inhaling her, and as she danced on Jago’s lap, he cupped her breasts, holding them in his palms.
The Hunger was days away, but in that instant, it felt close, as if he might burst and release his seed without warning. The dress was a hindrance. Following Jago’s train of thoughts, Kriss tore it away with his hands and teased her nipples with his fingers and thumbs, rolling them right in front of Jago’s eyes.
“She’s beautiful,” Jago said.
Kriss kissed her throat, and she moaned. Half-moon eyes peeped out from under the curtain of her hair and the lids fluttered. The blush of her face deepened, spreading down across her chest and breasts.
“I’m coming,” she gasped. “I’m coming. It’s coming.”
She clenched and shuddered, flopping forward. Caught between them, she had no escape. The orgasm produced a wave of contractions, beat after beat flooded her body, especially the nuclear core where he remained buried with her snug around him, like a glove.
“Don’t stop.” Jago grasped each of her ass cheeks and lifted her up to the bulb of his cock, where the blood pumped turning his veins purple and rigid, then slammed her back down, forcing her to keep going when her exhausted body struggled to move.
Unable to contain the momentum she’d built, she cried out. Her orgasm had longevity, and perhaps its strength was due to new emotions, too, just like he felt. While she kept coming, Kriss’s kisses rained down on her back and neck. The change in him was obvious, too. No longer was penetration his goal. He enjoyed the touch of skin against skin. The man who once plundered without thought for anything other than satisfying his primary urges was in a dreamy state with eyes closed.
Somehow, they tumbled onto the floor, landing in a heap in the cushions. There they continued, long into the night, and unlike the Hunger, with its selfish needs, they practiced something different. Jago had no name for it, but Shayla did. She told them they were making love.
“Love,” he murmured as he dipped in and out of her wetness, stretching her with long strokes of his cock.
“Yes.” She kissed the hollow of Jago’s throat.
“I like it.”
The three of them lay side by side with Shayla between them, facing Jago. Kriss moved in and out of her ass with practiced ease and although he hadn’t lost his appetite for fucking her with vigor, he’d mellowed in other ways. The duet of two cocks working in harmony ensured not only that they enjoyed the bodily thrusts, but also that they carried Shayla with them. They paused to allow her to catch up when they went too fast, or when it was obvious she was close to yet another glorious orgasm, they touched her in her sweetest spots—her tender nipples and clitoris.
They ceased when the darkness prevented him from seeing her eyes. If he couldn’t see her face, then this fucking meant nothing to him.
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Jago lay on his back, his body steaming with heat. Nearby, Shayla slept in Kriss’s soporific arms, still plugged by his cock, her breathing shallow. The two of them were peaceful in their sleepy embrace. A few weeks ago, Jago would have thought it impossible for his nestor to rest in such a state of physical intimacy. Kriss’s attitude toward the sexdroid, in retrospect, was indulgent and driven by selfish desires. The mechanical thing might not have feelings, but he’d had little success at imagining it to be real. Jago had practiced kisses and such things on it, but nothing he’d done had created the passionate emotions that now enveloped him.