“Oh, Kriss, this is amazing. She gives, stretches. I can feel her warmth and wetness. She’s clenching my cock as I enter.” Jago’s running commentary was for Kriss’s benefit, but she got off on it. Nobody had described sex to her in any way that wasn’t clinical as if they were reading out of a medical textbook. Even though she was struggling with the discomfort of yielding, she responded by clenching harder, squeezing him with the inner coil of muscles that ringed his erection.
“There’s friction,” he said, pausing as if to savor her.
“Friction?” Kriss queried.
Jago groaned appreciatively. “It’s rubbing my cock.”
It meant her, her narrow passage that obviously wasn’t smooth like a droid’s. She felt that friction, the way her interior fit snugly around him. As he eased off, withdrawing almost entirely, she exhaled. She’d held her breath all that time.
His cock was weighty, heavy and as strong as steel. When he thrust again, it rocked against her innermost point. Her jaw dropped. She cried out.
“What?” Kriss demanded, not of her, but Jago.
“The closed door of her womb. I’ve reached it. It’s like I’m caged inside her. Your turn.” Jago withdrew and patted her ass. “She’s slippery. I guess she’s going to open more and more, so make the most of this tightness.”
She might as well be a sexdroid, an animated object. They seemed to have forgotten she had feelings. What did she expect? Men who’d never met a real woman weren’t going to suddenly discover passion and declare love. Were they even capable of feeling it?
The chair held her fast as Kriss rammed into her fully. Goosebumps raced along her spine. Unlike Jago, Kriss wanted action. He swung into her, then withdrew fully and repeated. In and out with increasing rapidity. He wasn’t as wide as Jago and probably only slightly longer, so all she sensed was his length breaching her over and over. His heat added to her liquidity. She signed, moaned, and groaned in a chorus of noises that she had been led to believe would please them.
Kriss occasionally grunted but was mostly silent and his huge hands remained anchored around her waist. Neither of them seemed bothered to touch her elsewhere.
“Slow up,” Jago said.
“You want back in?” Kriss asked.
“No. It’s just... she’s real, remember.” Jago walked around and stood by her head. With his palm cupping her chin, he raised her head. “Fuck. She’s crying.”
Kriss stopped moving, his cock half in her pussy.
Shayla hadn’t noticed. The tears weren’t due to pain or distress. How to explain intensity of emotion? “I’m okay,” she said. “I’m dealing with it.”
“It?” Jago asked.
“The need for this. I mean,” she blinked, wishing she had her hands free so she could wipe away the tears. “You guys. You’re pretty intense.”
“Does it hurt?” Jago’s curiosity was touching. Maybe he was starting to see things differently.
“No... at least not as pain. I’m overwhelmed. It’s my first time.” Hardly a virgin physically, but emotionally, she might as well be.
Jago straightened up. “Stars above. We’re doing this wrong, Kriss.”
Kriss stepped back. “Wrong? She’s dripping down her legs. Isn’t that how it should be?”
Jago stroked his hand along the armrest and magically, the material responded. Her hands reappeared and her hips were released. He helped her upright, holding his arm around her waist.
“Don’t you like me?” He
r lower lip trembled. What would happen to her if she failed to please them? A returned Gift, a rare event, was shunned, or worse, stripped of citizenship. Earth had invested a lot of time into her training. If they didn’t satisfy the Hunger with their Gifts, then the Beasts and Violence would come instead. The pressure on Shayla felt worse than ever.
Jago cupped her face in his hands. “I like you. We both do. I want you to lie in the cushions. They won’t restrain you like this chair. We will continue there.”
He held her hand as she lowered herself into the colorful array of cushions. Some were flat and squishy, others plump and stiff. She nestled among a few. Jago knelt next to her, his lips close to her mouth. He didn’t seem sure what to do. She reached up and quickly kissed him.
He smiled. “I want to taste you. While I do, Kriss will fuck.”
Now, her pulse quickened in a delightful way. “Sure,” she said coyly.
“Close your eyes,” Jago said.