Theirs to Share

He rocked back on his haunches. Jealousy was a terrible reaction, but that was exactly what burned inside of him. He clenched his fists and pressed one to his mouth, coiling his tongue back inside. What was wrong with him? Why could he not feel joy at his discovery, knowing that his heart twin was happy?

They were drifting apart, and he wanted to blame the girl, but that wasn’t fair. The situation was due to his assumptions, his narrow view of the woman in their midst and how she should behave and react to their demands. In the weeks before her arrival, he’d dreamt about the things he wanted to do to her; things that should fill his appetite for sex and then take him far beyond to darker places. Those selfish dreams were based on his experiences with sexdroids, the ones that he had programmed to take his cock hard and fast. He liked the feisty ones that answered back or attempted to wriggle free. He punished them and they thanked him on their knees. Jago went along for his sake, because brothers shared everything, didn’t they? While Kriss pushed the droids into position, Jago handed him the ropes and zapper, and when he sank his cock into the narrow hole of the droid’s copious ass, Jago watched, rather than joined in. What Jago preferred was their mouths and lots of sensory stimulation.

The girl of Kriss’s dreams had failed to materialize. Shayla wasn’t an artificial construct. She wasn’t even enhanced. When she was afraid, she went pale, and when something hurt, she cried real tears. Kriss had no means of controlling her, those things just happened. In his haste to fulfil his ideals, he had set aside her emotions so he could enjoy the spontaneity of her natural responses and use it to his advantage. If he carried on treating her no differently than a droid, how soon before he really hurt her? How long would it take before Jago stepped in and protected her? And if he did, where would Kriss’s loyalties lie if Jago chose her over him?

Kriss had to make up his mind—place his desires above Jago and Shayla and risk losing his nestor’s respect, or develop an appreciation of what it meant to have the company of a real woman. A human woman who’d given up her freedom to be theirs.

Jago’s eyes flashed open. He blinked in the bright morning light, then focused on Kriss.

“What’s wrong?” Jago asked.

“Nothing,” Kriss said.

Jago eased himself free of the sleeping girl. “Do you have a problem with her? You’ve been keen to punish her.”

“I like discipline, you know that. She deceives us. It is her weakness.” Kriss rose and backed away from the cushions. “She has had an effect on you.” He nearly mentioned the taste in the air.

“I fucked her in the night, but... it wasn’t like a normal one.”

“Why so?”

“She asked to come—”

“As she should—”

“And when she did, I replied with an apex of my own. It was immensely satisfying, far more than the ones with the droids.” Jago slipped on a pair of pants.

“She’s human. Perhaps her cunt has this ability to force us to orgasm.”

Jago smiled weakly. “I don’t think so. Humans don’t enhance their cunts. No cock stimulants are secreted, no electric pulses radiate from within them to tease us. It was purely natural.”

Kriss drew himself upright. “I agree. She is very natural. I want to keep her. I just need time to adjust. I was not prepared for these other feelings.”

There was an uncomfortable pause. Jago cleared his throat. “I know what you are saying. I’m adjusting, too. I want to share her with you. I did not intend to cheat you out of a fuck last night. She is curious about us. I let her talk and... I liked it. There’s more to her than a fuck.”

“I would like to get to know her too.” Kriss poured out three glasses of water. Jago opened the day’s ration of breakfast, enough for the three of them.

“I’ll wake her.” He started to walk toward her.

“Jago?”

“Yes?” He halted and turned.

“My needs are darker than yours.”

Jago nodded his agreement.

“Please help me keep them in check.”

The smile was welcome. “I will, my brother. And I’ll help you gain the most from her, too. Have no fear. You will achieve the best Hunger ever.”

Kriss’s sigh of relief wasn’t audible. He kept it hidden. Jago still got him. He understood the darkness that resided in Kriss’s soul and he wouldn’t give up on him. They would take her together and learn from each other. And her. Kriss was convinced she was teaching them a few things about human nature.

Chapter Eight

It was the day of the Hunger. Shayla’s excitement was close to overwhelming her. Rising before them, she spent a while bathing, buffing her skin into a sheen, plucking and preening everything that needed it. She oiled herself; slickness was essential. Relaxation was going to be tough. In the preceding days, Jago and Kriss had taken her two or three times a day. They switched around, between her mouth and pussy, and made sure she orgasmed a few times. There were a few kisses, a stroke here and there, but generally, sex continued to be mechanical and surprisingly swift—they worked long shifts, came home hungry for food and her, which wasn’t disappointing. Both Kriss and Jago were also keen to keep her as fresh as possible while ensuring she was ready for the big day. Neither of them had mentioned her untouched asshole.

As for the oracle, she’d parked the idea of ‘borrowing’ another one. She hadn’t exactly lied to Jago and Kriss—she told them she wouldn’t touch their oracle. However, they had let her ask questions, and they had answered them. She’d steered away from the queen and incubators, and concentrated on their peculiar childhood and the world they came from—Hinom—another watery planet in a different star system. The conversations had increased their awareness that she wasn’t a thing, an object. Kriss hadn’t mentioned spanking her and the zapper hadn’t reappeared. Bizarrely, she actually missed the ropes. Maybe there was another way to encourage them to use them in a less painful way.