Experiment (Hybrid Book 2) (17 page)

“There’s no hypo, Kittycat, what you need is a little “physical therapy.”

As she lifted surprised eyes to Connor, he caught her up in his arms and lifted her against his chest. As she smelt the masculine scent of his neck, embarrassment vanished, and she wound her arms around him.

The smell was so delectable she had to see if he tasted as wonderful. As of its own accord, her tongue flicked out and licked at his neck. He tasted better than she could have imagined, warm, masculine and spicy; she continued nibbling at his jaw as her sex started to throb. At the touch of her teeth his pace increased, and she heard some frantic clanging as she guessed some of the seats were being converted to their horizontal ‘bed’ mode.

Letting her feet touch the ground again, he cupped her face and smiled gently.

“Don’t worry Kittycat; we’ll take care of you,” he murmured and brushed his lips against hers.

The gently caress, and the feather-light kiss might have been what a genteel human girl might want, but Chesara wasn’t feeling in a subtle mood, her body was screaming that she needed these men right now.

One small, isolated part of her mind wondered how the hell she could be doing this. It was her first time, and it was with Connor in a shuttle and in front of a patient. Despite the facts, it was surprisingly easy to shut the door on the thought as her body over-ruled her rational mind.

Dropped the towel, she lay back on the makeshift bed and pulled Connor’s large body down on top of hers. Eagerly parted her lips, she relished the sensations as her tongue started to fence with his. His brief hesitation at her forwardness lasted only a second as he balanced his weight on one arm so his other could smooth over her shoulder and down to firmly cup and squeeze her breast.

Abruptly, Connor rolled to the side and pulled her to face him. Sliding as close as she could, she hooked her leg over his as they kissed.

A naked, strong, body pressed up against her back and fingers that didn’t belong to Connor stroked along the marking on her ass. She happily realized that Dagus had no intention of remaining a spectator. Her insides cramped with desire, making her gasp.

As she watched with hooded eyes, Connor stopped caressing her, stood up and removed his shirt. She caught her breath as his broad, muscular torso was revealed, she knew he was fit, but she’d never imagined the smooth well-muscled expanse in front of her.

“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous,” Dagus whispered into her ear as his hand moved cup her breasts. As he pressed into her back she felt a hardness against her lower back. He was not only naked, but had a sizable erection pressing into her flesh. She spun around and grasping the back of his head, pulled his mouth to hers hungrily, her leg moving over his thigh, trying to get closer to him.

Dagus’ body was as hard and well-muscled as she remembered from the healing. The power and sheer masculinity of both of them sent her flesh humming.  Dagus’ dick stood at attention, and she broke away from his kiss, it captivated her gaze. She wanted to taste it, possess it, and more than anything, she needed it inside her.

The combined musky sex scent of her and the two aroused males, made any remaining rational thought slip away to be replaced with pure desire, and she heard herself growling softly as she reached down to stroke his erection. Its velvet hardness surprised her, if felt like a steel bar sheathed in silk, and she grasped it firmly, causing Dagus to groan.

As Connor lay back down behind her, he reached between her and Dagus and pinched her erect nipple. Her hips arch backwards towards him and he grasped her hip, pulling her even more firmly against him. His now exposed dick pressed against at her lower back, his balls nestled against her rounded buttocks. Growing increasingly impatient, she sat up, and bent over trying to taste that magnificent maleness.

“Oh no you don’t,” came a growl from Connor, and she felt herself flipped to her back.

“Oh yes,” she moaned as he parted her legs, lifting them high and apart, as he moved to kneel on the floor before lowering his head to her swollen sex.

Her entire body trembled as he kissed around her folds, teasing her, never going where she needed him.

“Please Connor,” she moaned. After one more teasing kiss to prove he was in charge, he licked her from below her opening to her clit.

“God you're delicious,” Connor muttered as his tongue fluttered against her clit. Her hips bucked against him as she mindlessly sought more. She’d forgotten all about Dagus as she focused on the sensations Connor’s tongue was producing, but she soon remembered him as he leaned over her.

“I need some too.”

Chesara was more than happy to oblige, and she welcomed his passionate mouth on hers as Connor’s was invading her lower down. She touched the side of his face and the contrast between the golden skin of her hand with its darker marking and his clear lighter skin complexion turned her on even more, she seemed to crave the differences between them.

She reached for his cock so she could share some of the sensations she was experiencing and marvelled at silky softness covering the hardness. He groaned into her mouth as her hand moved firmly up and down his shaft, lubricated with the drops of pre-cum he was already producing.

As soon as she touched him, the tension in her body moved quickly from highly pleasurable to unbearable, and she bucked as two fingers, then three were inserted and started to move inside her.

Connor continued to vibrate his tongue on her clit as thrust his fingers inside her. Her back arched as he touched something deep inside, and rivers of sensation plunged through her, but something wasn’t right. It’s not enough, not nearly enough her foggy mind pleaded. If anything, she was even more desperate than she had been.

Connor looked up, grinning, “Like that did you?”

“Not as much as I will when you’re in me,” she growled, before flipping over onto her hands and knees.

“Kneel up,” she told Dagus, who quickly complied. As his hand touched the side of her face, Chesara licked the head. He tasted delicious and she felt surrounded by him, the touch the smell the tastes of him. She alternated sucking hard with delicate licking around the velvety flesh, tonguing a wet path up and down the shaft. He groaned and grabbed two fistfuls of her hair, in case she tried to move away, although Chesara had no intention of giving up her prize.

Strong hands grabbed her hips, squeezing in promise of things to come. Chesara’s core throbbed with arousal at the thought of what was about to happen, what she needed to happen. The hard flesh in her mouth rocked, and she felt a nudge at her soaking slit, and she pushed backwards begging to be filled quickly.

“Damn it Chesara, you’re so fucking hot,” a deep male voice growled. Connor’s strong hands left her hips to cover her breasts, sure fingers pinched her nipples until she squirmed even harder against the cock still teasing her entrance. A firm tug on her hair, reminded her not to neglect her job, and she resumed sucking.

Chesara shuddered as Connor pushed roughly inside her. There was nothing gentle going on here, and she sucked hard on the velvety shaft in her mouth in response, feeling salty pre-cum leak onto her tongue. She rapidly flicked her tongue over the sensitive head, and Dagus groaned in pleasure at the feathery sensation.

Unimaginable tension started to build up, heat swarmed over her body, and her sheath contracted.

“Fuck,” Connor shouted in response, and he ground himself into her, pulling her hips as tight against himself as her body contracted, milking his seed from him.

She hardly heard him as pleasure ricocheted through her body and mind in response. The blackness started to recede just as she heard Dagus moan, “I’m going to come in your mouth baby.”

She instinctively let go of him, she knew she needed him inside her, and not in her mouth. Quickly, she pulled herself off Connor’s now spent erection. He didn’t look particularly with it, as she twisted around and flipping over. Dagus looked equally surprised as she pulled him and swollen cock down on top of her, immediately wrapping her legs round his waist.

“Now fuck me like you mean it,” she growled into his somewhat dazed eyes. Briefly taken by surprise by her fast change of position, he hesitated only a moment, before he fitted himself into her, pushing in up to his balls on the first stoke.

He gasped above her as she felt her body go into action, pulsing around him. As he was already near to bursting from the attentions of her mouth, he only managed five or six hard fast strokes before he shoved as deep as possible, his cock head connected with the vibrating organ deep within her and he strained and shouted out in mindless pleasure, he emptied himself into her.

The sensation of cum hitting her depths made Chesara explode again, a scream tearing from her throat. Dagus almost knelt up pulled her body onto himself by her hips as the tight constriction of her sheath milked his orgasm into her body.

Collapsing forward, Dagus laid his head beside hers, too exhausted to move, he just about managed to keep his weight balanced on his forearms rather than falling completely onto her. Connor crawled up beside them, and all three of them lay gasping for a few minutes.

“What the fuck was that?” managed Dagus. “I’ve never, ever come as hard as that in my life. I’m not even sure my spine still works. Did I feel something vibrating on me?”

Connor raised his sweat soaked face and gave him a tired smile. “That, my friend, is another unique thing about our dear Kittycat.”

Chesara was only just coming down from the high she’d experienced. If this was what sex was like, why the fuck hadn’t she tried it before? It was bloody unbelievable, and not quite what she’d been expecting, none of the text books or entertainments she’d seen had referred to the vibration deep inside her, or the frankly hungry way her vagina had ‘sucked’ at Connor and Dagus when they’d been inside her.

It was as if she’d needed their seed inside her, and the more the merrier. Then what Connor had said entered her foggy mind.

“You said that as if you knew what would happen, Connor.” She fixed Dagus with a steely glare, and as he was still above her, in her, he couldn’t get away.

“It wasn’t the same as with human women was it?”

“That was better than anything else I’ve ever experienced, you are truly unique,” he leaned forward to kiss her.

She pushed him away. “Great, that’s all I need, I don’t even have sex like a normal person.”

Getting up, she headed for the bathroom, knowing they were watching her backside.

Once inside, she sat on the toilet, and strained to hear what they were saying.

“Are you feeling anything, looking at that magnificent ass Connor?” She could hear them moving about, and as clothing rustled, she concluded they were getting dressed.

Connor didn’t reply verbally, but Dagus answered his own question.

“Yep, me neither. Am I ruined for life now? No more fun with the ladies cos I gave everything to an alien babe?” Connor snorted.

“Don’t worry ‘buddy boy’ the guys involved with her mother had happy, healthy sex lives ‘post Dakaran, but I bet they never forgot the experience.”

“I can imagine. Will she be ok now?”

“Hopefully, but it seems aroused males that set her off, so keep a lid on it.”

“At the moment I don’t think I could raise a smile if my life depended on it,” Dagus murmured.

Chesara looked at herself in the washroom mirror, wondering how she felt about being so different from anyone she knew. At least she knew what she was now. Dakaran Connor had said. The fact he’d been keeping things from her hurt. A lot. The fact that she’d just lost her virginity in such a swift, emotionless way now seemed almost trivial. Unfortunately, she’d been brought up with human morality.

All the entertainments spoke about it being a ‘special’ moment, shared between two people that loved each other, not a quick threesome on a transport. Yes, she cared about Connor, but Dagus? He was a charming guy, but that was that. If Connor felt anything deeper for her, why was he so happy to share her so casually with someone else? She might not be human, but he was.

She should be horribly ashamed of herself, but she had to admit, she wasn’t, not much anyway. It’d been fun, more than fun, fucking amazing in fact. Perhaps the emotions surrounding sex she’d heard about belonged to humans and her reflection reminded her that she certainly didn’t fit that criteria. Maybe this was a ‘Dakaran’ thing, Connor had said as much.

Maybe she could happily sleep her way round the galaxy without the emotional baggage and guilt a human would probably endure. Together with her healing ability, her ‘odd’ appearance and now this sexual thing she concluded that she’d might as well go with how she actually felt, as she wasn’t nearly as human as she’d always considered herself to be. A knock on the door broke into her thoughts.

“Y
ou ok in there?” Connor’s voice sounded concerned. ‘Bless his worried little human psyche,’ she thought to herself.

“So I’m a Dakaran?”

The silence that met her ears was deafening.

“I take it that you weren’t supposed to mention that?”

She heard him sigh. “Pretty much. Just about everything about you is classified.”

The information wasn’t a surprise, and knowing Connor, getting any more out of him now would be impossible. Along with the many other things she’d learned in the last hour, was that Connor let things slip when he was in the throes of passion. She grinned. Wheedling more information about herself out of him was going to be such a horrible task. Not.

“So much for that then. Can you see if there is a spare uniform anywhere?  I don’t want to meet anyone ‘official’ looking like this.”

“No questions, no screaming at me for information?”

He sounded distinctly suspicious, then again he should be.

“Nope, because you wouldn’t tell me anyway. Besides I’m feeling rather mellow. No idea why.”

She heard him mumble, “unbelievable” as he moved away from the door.

A few minutes later, another bump on the door turned into a hand proffering a pile of regulation Federation clothing when she opened it. After politely thanking the hand, it withdrew.