Skylar's Guardians (21 page)

“She said she did not have a regular canister and her glasses are too large for your hands. Take the bottle and offer appreciation.”

“But Daddy…”

“I am losing patience, young lady. Mind me.”

“You are cranky when you’re tired,” Skylar mumbled. She looked up at Leeza, thanking her for the beverage before reluctantly sticking the nipple in her mouth. She tried to imagine the device to be more like the sports bottles from back home rather than a large, soft-nippled baby bottle that took quite a bit of work to pull the thick drink through.

Troy noticed the difficulty and called her over. He took the bottle, enlarged the hole in the nipple, and returned it to her with a kiss. After muttering a thank you, Skylar returned to where Leeza sat with open arms, inviting her upon the woman’s large, soft lap. Skylar sucked slowly on the bottle, surprised to find that the contents, when warmed, made her feel full and sleepy. She closed her eyes and silently dozed in the giant woman’s embrace.

* * *

“Daddy? What’s wrong? I can tell something is bothering you,” Skylar said as she snuggled against his chest on the way home.

“I am… disappointed in something I discovered and am trying to find a reason for it,” he said softly. “Troy? Do you also feel this way?”

“About Leannz’s offer? It was rather out of the ordinary for our people, but then again, she is an old clone. Things are different in the world today.”

“Just because she is of an advanced age does not give her reason to be rude. I was offended.”

“Why didn’t you formally confront her then?” Troy asked.

“One does not do that to a creator, brother. It could destroy my career.”

“Wait a minute.” Skylar sat up. “Are you saying your utopian society and Zen philosophy is not embraced by everybody? Being afraid that someone will hurt you because you don’t give into their demands is blackmail.”

“There are some, the older ones, who maintain the less restrained ways. Creators are known to be somewhat eccentric due to their genetic requirement to create. We have an expression—a happy creator makes a happy person.”

Skylar scowled, tracing his hard chin with her finger. “Are you suggesting that if a creator is in a bad mood, they can make a clone that has bad moods?”

“Essentially, yes.”

“That is way too much power for one person to have.”

“Agreed. That is why they are paired up with a mentor. Leeza will see the flaws created and will have input. Leannz will help protect you under the condition we allow her to study you.”

“Study me, how?” Skylar looked suspicious.

“Physically, emotionally, mentally, socially. She wishes to place you with other podlings and watch how you interact and socialize.”

“Will Leeza be there?”

“Of course. She is the prime mentor.”

“Will this help you?” Skylar asked timidly.

“It will not hurt me. My concern is not for myself or my career, nor am I worried about your being harmed. I just was uncomfortable about being forced.”

“I am very curious about things here,” Skylar admitted. “Plus, what am I going to do when you two are at work? I will not stay at home and be terrorized by your stupid robot.”

“I need some time to think and settle this in my mind,” Tralec said as they slid into the entrance of their home. “It is past your bedtime, young lady. You have had a very long day and need some sleep.”

“Why does he get so hard-assed when he’s cranky?” Skylar whispered into Troy’s ear as he took her up the stairs and Tralec departed for his own room.

“We all have our flaws. I get reactive and he becomes overly serious. You’ll get used to it, just don’t challenge it. Effy, regulate the temperature in here to 73 degrees and do not fluctuate it unless I tell you otherwise. Activate the air mattress after Skylar settles on it and let her rise no more and no less than six inches and moderate that temperature to maintain her core. If she fails to get proper restoration this evening, I will be disassembling you myself.”

“Yes, Master Troy.”

“So you believe me about the damn robot?” Skylar looked surprised.

“You have no reason to lie to me, do you? Especially now that you know how seriously we take the offense.”

“Thanks.” Skylar suddenly yawned. “A good sleep will do wonders for my disposition, that’s for sure.”

“I will lie with you until slumber takes over, okay?” Troy offered, sliding onto the bed platform and leaning back. His movement activated the mattress, and he rose off the surface. Skylar climbed on top of him and began to remove his shirt. His nipples crinkled in response to the touch of her mouth skimming over them. “What are you trying to do, little one?”

“Make it so I don’t fall asleep alone. Or empty,” Skylar muttered into his warm flesh as she made her way down the long length of his body and paused at the waistband of his slacks. She carefully released his primary tool and caressed it lovingly as it began to grow in her hand. She lowered her lips to the glenach, curious to both see Troy’s reaction and how the organ would respond to her touch.

Both his primary and secondary tools immediately jolted straight up, the latter tilting in her direction as though it sought her out. The ‘lips’ of the second mouth kissed hers in return, sucking her lower lip and hungrily devouring her tongue. She placed a nipple between the soft crevice and cooed as it stimulated her with unrestrained hunger. Her pussy ached for touch, her juices dripping down her thigh as she stood carefully and balanced herself over Troy. Skylar lowered herself slowly upon his primary cock and smiled softly as the secondary cock alternated between stroking the crevice of her ass and pressing against her sensitive bottom hole.

“Use your imagination,” she whispered as she slid forward to playfully bite a nipple. “Let’s see what your body can do to me.”

“My little human,” Troy groaned, sitting up and taking Skylar with him as he stood. “See what you think about this.”

Skylar gripped his shoulders with outstretched arms as he pushed her against the wall and began to pump his growing rod within her. The secondary tool snapped gingerly against her pucker and encircled the tiny hole, causing Skylar to press down against it as she begged for penetration. Troy continued to tease her ass with his talented organ, alternating between stroking it and applying occasional pressure with just the slightest insertion that made her scream in unmet frustration.

“Damn it, Troy! Fuck my ass already!”

“How about if I spank your ass while I fuck you instead,” Troy growled, holding her with one arm against the wall, freeing his right hand to sharply smack her bottom as he lunged deeply inside her pussy.

“I can’t… believe that you…are learning how to talk dirty…” Skylar huffed out, her breath stolen each time his cock pistoned.

“How would you grade me as a student now?” Troy asked, smacking her bottom again as she began to tighten her muscles around him.

“An ‘A’ fuckin’ plus!” Skylar screeched as the climax rolled over her body in long, nerve-shattering waves. Troy flushed, burying his shaft into her depths and locking his mouth to hers as he shuddered breathlessly. They both slid to the floor, locked together and covered with a fine layer of sweat. Spent and sore, Skylar groaned as the flaccid cock slipped from her, leaving her empty once again.

“Tralec will not approve of our profanity, baby.” Troy rolled away, placing his back against the wall as he pulled Skylar under his arm. “No more, okay?”

“Easy to say when you aren’t the one being plugged by a huge, talented dick.” Skylar flashed him a tired grin while nudging him with her elbow.

“True. Let’s get some sleep now. Would you like to come to my room?”

“Hell, yeah! What are you doing…? Ow!” Skylar squeaked as he yanked her over his outstretched thigh and landed three rapid swats to her bottom. “Not so hard, you big bully! I am still bruised and tender!”

“No more swearing from you. And I will spank this bottom whenever I desire,” Troy ordered, landing one more smack before scooping her off the floor and hauling her to his room.

Chapter Fourteen

Armed with new drawing supplies synthesized by Troy to keep her occupied, Skylar paced nervously as she waited for the boys to join her downstairs. They were taking her to visit Leeza and Leannz and would leave her in their care overnight so that the women could study her and practice her language. She had spent some time with the pair prior to this, and found them to be very attentive and caring. Even Leannz warmed up after a few hours as she joined the little human in a game she called ‘zentangle.’ Skylar found it amusing as the woman grew excited watching her colorful creation of geometric colors take shape before her, creating a form of art that this society had never witnessed.

She also had Troy synthesize a theremin for her so that she could introduce the concept of music to the women. Troy had taken to playing with the object daily and was able to produce a sound that resembled nothing like a musical pattern. She suspected the noise he made was primarily due to the man’s delight in annoying the quiet-loving Tralec and not because he lacked any musical ability. He was also learning to sing, surprising her with a beautiful low, rich voice.

She didn’t want to be away from either of them, her need to have them close by increasing daily. She was starting to understand the depth of the connection and the pleasure obtained with just being in each other’s company. Even for one night, she knew she would miss them dreadfully. But Skylar’s concern was not due to being away from the men, rather the curiosity Leannz paid to her physical appearance. Tralec informed Skylar the evening before that he expected her to cooperate and not offer any resistance if either woman wanted anything of her, even if it made her uncomfortable. He had adopted Troy’s habit of finger-wagging and freely used that digit to emphasize his seriousness in his expectations of her behavior. Her pouting earned her a quick trip over his knee and thirty minutes standing in the corner.

“Ready to go, little one?” Troy asked cheerfully as he joined her in the foyer.

“Not really,” Skylar sulked. “Why can’t I just stay home while you two go to work?”

“We went through this last night, young lady,” Tralec stated firmly from behind her. Startled, Skylar reacted by placing her hand over her backside and hiding behind Troy. “The ladies have been very helpful to us and want to spend some time with you. Neither will harm you.”

“I’m not worried about them harming me, Daddy,” Skylar said as she peeked out from under Troy’s large arm. “I’m worried about her poking around on me.”

“This issue is not up for discussion, Skylar. You will do as you are told.”

“This is my body and… nooooo!” she yelped, ducking behind Troy again as Tralec took several warning steps in her direction. “I’ll be good!”

“That would be my suggestion,” Troy said, reaching behind his back and clasping Skylar’s shoulder. “Think you can try behaving for once?”

“I do not want her to try to behave. I wish her to succeed,” Tralec sighed, snapping his fingers. Skylar handed him her pack and accepted his outstretched hand, her teddy in tow. With a squeeze, he led her and Troy into the transportation unit and they started on their way to the women’s apartments.

Skylar bit her lip as the men kissed her good-bye and departed. She berated herself as she reminded herself that she was not a toddler being left alone for her first day of school and that these women were close friends with the boys.

“Do you hunger, Skylar?” Leeza asked, resting her hand on the top of the girl’s head.

“No, thank you, ma’am,” Skylar said politely. It was easy to respond respectfully to both of them. Her grandmother had always insisted on proper manners, and they still reminded her of the woman before she chose to succumb to life’s hardships. Skylar was a trifle thrown off by the frequent demonstration of physical affection and warmth which, coming from people of a society that did not demonstrate strong emotions, was both comforting and unsettling.

“Your manners are good. Did Tralec instruct you?” Leeza asked, her accent still strong as she pressed out the words.

“My grandmother did. She preached the books of Proverbs at me until I wanted to scream. That was something out of a book some people use as a manual for their faith.”

“We understand faith. This preaching, was it good?” Leeza asked.

“Good? I would not use that term, but it tended to be effective until I learned to tune it out with drugs. I mean, the words made sense, but she contradicted the things she would talk about. She just was not very kind and rarely touched me in an affectionate way. She was more about God’s disapproval than his love.”

“This grandmother… was she a mentor?” Leeza asked, lifting Skylar in her warm arms and sitting her upon her lap on the easy chair.

“No, she was my mother’s mother.”

“I do not understand this ‘mother’ word,” Leannz said. “Can you explain?”

Skylar then spent the next two hours describing the different human relationships and how they functioned while Leannz took copious notes. Skylar understood why the term ‘brilliant’ was assigned to this set, for by the time they finished quizzing her, their vocabulary had grown enormous, as well as their fluency. She felt ashamed of her own inadequacies and grew quiet as she became painfully aware of her educational flaws.

Skylar mentally kicked herself. She’d had the chance for college, and with the money left to her by both her grandfather’s trust fund and her grandmother’s inheritance, she could have afforded to attend and only have had to take a part-time job. She chose the easy way instead, running to drugs and Paul instead of accepting the more difficult responsibility that came with growing up. She had not regretted her decision until now, as a twenty year old, she wished with all her heart that she could actually teach these two amazing women something that she perceived as valuable.

“What is bothering you, dear?” Leeza asked, noticing her sudden solemnness.

“Nothing,” Skylar lied. “I don’t feel well. I’m tired.”