He tucked his hands behind his head. What now? She wanted him to approach the queen, and he would, when the queen emerged from her confinement. He’d have to ensure no Gotti servants were present, which they often were, hovering in the background, their tails twitching impatiently. Now he had a better understanding of why those creatures kept such a close eye on his queen. They were the ears and eyes of the Junta, or whoever determined the fate of the queens.
Was he a traitor for wanting to help Shayla? Possibly, if no good came out of it. But, Jago was starting to believe something positive was in the making between Hezara and humans. This odd, pleasant feeling that came whenever he joined with Shayla was addictive. If he had his way, there would be no end to it. He would keep her by his side forever. He glanced at Kriss. Did his nestor feel the same way?
He rose, stretching his arms above his head. Dawn’s new sun was warming the skies with a yellow glow. Soon, he would be underground, keeping his queen safe from intruders. A worthy task, he always thought, and one he’d done automatically without engaging his mind. That had to stop. He was not a droid. If Shayla had taught him one important thing in the last couple of days, it was having the courage to think for himself.
As for the Hunger, he couldn’t halt it. It was unstoppable. However, he had it in his powers to tame its worst elements. There was no reason why he or Kriss should not learn from Shayla this lovemaking art of which she spoke. It intrigued him how feelings and physical urges could be fused together to the advantage of both nestor and human Gift. She had something else to teach them.
Humans were intriguing and not at all primitive. The Junta were wrong about them, which led Jago to wonder: what else were they not being told?
Chapter Fourteen
The hardest part of the day was being alone in the house. Shayla paced the room, used the exercise apparatus that Kriss had acquired to keep her fit and energetic, and occasionally nibbled on something nutritious. She watched the fish swim, mesmerized by their colorful scales, and took long baths with aromatic oils. Jago had given her limited access to their oracle, allowing her to find out more things about Hezara, but nothing to do with their military or breeding programs. She wasn’t convinced the information provided to the nestors was the whole picture anyway; the Gotti’s oracle had conflicting knowledge stored on it.
As for the queen, Jago insisted on patience. Three Hungers had come and gone since that conversation and any attempt to broach the topic was met with a steely stare of disapproval.
The Hungers! What a change had come over her nestors since the very first one when they’d fucked her with a wild abandonment. The vigor was there, still, and the passion for her, and something else. She dared not use the ‘love’ word, in case she was terribly wrong. But, it felt like they had a measure of what it might mean to feel a longing that was so unconditional that the Hunger alone could not be the trigger for it.
Any fears they might have for treating her like a droid had evaporated. Okay, there was stuff they did that reminded her of the extreme videos she’d watched back on Earth. A little hair pulling was fine, she liked the way her scalp tingled, and she didn’t mind having her wrists pinioned behind her back or above her head. Kriss’s preference for ass remained, and he continued to bathe her in ull, but as well as the fucking, he treated her to amazing massages, both before and after penetration. Jago on the other hand had learned to tease her, toying with her orgasms, so that she never quite knew when she would explode with a climax.
During the last Hunger, she’d laughed a great deal. “You two read me like a book.”
“A book?” Kriss had asked.
She giggled. “Oh, never mind. Just keep doing that!”
The ‘that’ was his tongue lashing her clitoris.
And so, in a couple of days, another Hunger would be upon them. The only thing that she wished was different was the way they filled the chalice, chanting their silly words of adoration for the queen. She wanted them to spill in her.
The oracle had found music for her. Not exactly Earth style, but close enough. She danced about the room until the dress swirled around her thighs. The song ended and she collapsed against a stretch of wall, finding it cooled her hot skin. Something caught her eye—a thin groove. It outlined a panel in the wall, almost invisible. She traced the line with her finger, up to one corner, along, then down the other side until...
The panel emitted a ping and loosened. She’d triggered a switch. Jumping back, she clutched her hand to her chest. The panel slid sideways to reveal a figure. A feminine body with black hair, long fingers, and wide hips. A naked, hairless body, with a parted slit at the apex of its thighs.
The eyes opened. Blue metallic eyes with vacant pupils.
The lips parted. Honey-colored lips with a plump lower lip. The eyes focused on Shayla.
“What do you desire today?” she asked in a voice that lacked smoothness.
Shayla swallowed; the thing, the creature hidden away, had to be Jago and Kriss’s abandoned sexdroid. It stepped down, combed its long fingers through its ponytail and smiled, revealing immaculately even teeth. Too perfect.
“What I desire,” Shayla stumbled, walking further backwards.
The sexdroid blinked heavily. “You are not my masters.”
“I’m Shayla.”
“I do not know Shayla.” The smile vanished. “I cannot serve Shayla.”
“No, you can’t.” Shayla followed her arms across her chest. “How do you serve your masters?” She had to know what this thing had done with h
er nestors. Was it much different from what they’d done together?
“I obey them. Master Kriss enters here.” The droid turned and bent, parting her ample ass cheeks to reveal a hollow entrance.
Shayla covered her eyes. “Oh, my God, put it away. I don’t need to see.” She peeped between her fingers. The droid was upright and facing her. “Do you have a name?”
“I have no designation.”