Page 38 of Clan and Crave

A fine trembling had taken hold of Conyod’sframe. Sletran’s touch was a hairsbreadth from his cocks. “Wherewill you be, my Nobek?”

“Holding you helpless while his tongue licksyou from base to tip. First your secondary, then your bigger shaft.I’ll watch you strain, trying to drive yourself down his throat.He’ll stop because you’re misbehaving and order me to turn you onyour belly and spank you until he says enough.”

Instead of rubbing him where he wanted itmost, Sletran yanked Conyod’s trousers to his knees. He yanked thestartled and aroused Imdiko onto him, putting his midsection on theNobek’s muscled thighs. His hand pinned Conyod. The other pepperedhis backside. Conyod yipped at the smarting blows, jerking underSletran’s firm palm.

“That’s it, naughty Imdiko. Pay the price ofyour misbehavior until Erybet is satisfied.”

An exciting image of the lovely Dramokwatching as Sletran spanked him overwhelmed the stinging hurt ofdiscipline. Conyod gasped as desire engorged his shafts. He writhedmore from arousal than an attempt to escape.

“Bad, bad Imdiko. If he were here, Erybetwould make you suck him while you’re punished. He’d choke you onhis primary because you’re so disobedient.”

The idea of Erybet’s cock filling his mouthwhile Conyod submitted to the pair drove him crazy. The warmth ofSletran’s harsh hand slapping his ass transmitted straight to hislengths. Conyod’s hips rose to meet the blows of their ownaccord.

When Sletran moved, it was too quick forConyod to immediately register. One moment he was spanking him. Thenext, the Imdiko found himself on elbows and knees, his lover’sthighs wedged between his. Sletran’s slick primary shoved in him ina single smooth motion, forcing taut muscles to yield. Athunderclap of passion erased any pain Conyod might haveexperienced from the abrupt taking.

There were no further thoughts of DramokErybet. Conyod was very aware of his present surroundings; of thefact they were both mostly clothed, which showed the desperate needSletran felt for him. He noted the Nobek’s incredible strength inthe hands holding his hips lifted for the powerful strokes thatclapped groin to ass. Sletran’s secondary moving against his ownadded enthralling friction. Mostly, he responded to the thickintruder applying brutal friction to his cumspot, sending surgesthrough his cocks and up his spine.

“My Nobek,” Conyod moaned, helpless underSletran’s weight and hunger. His lover growled in response. Theprimal sound lit delicious anxiety. Conyod’s feeble instinctiveattempts to wiggle free, to save himself from the beast despite thegrowing ecstasy insisting he yield to whatever he might do to him,only seemed to excite Sletran more. His feral lover grabbed thenape of his neck and forced his cheek to the carpeted floor.

Though the Nobek had yet to touch Conyod’scocks, they pulsed a steady warning they’d soon erupt. His throatycries betrayed the oncoming surrender.

Again, Sletran was too quick to be discerneduntil Conyod realized he’d pulled free and rolled him onto hisback. The warrior straddled him. Sletran’s tight passage enclosedConyod’s primary, sliding to capture his entire length.

Conyod gasped as violent passion surged.Sletran loomed tall, snarling so his fangs showed. The Nobek pinnedhis wrists to the floor. He rose and fell over the younger man, histaut entrance rubbing Conyod’s cock, demanding hiscapitulation.

Rapture engulfed the Imdiko. A tsunami ofbliss shot through his loins, then overcame his senses. He cameshouting, his body straining at the vicious pleasure shatteringhim.

He was just quieting when Sletran shifted. Hespun, twisting from his position on top of Conyod and endingbetween his legs, his knees bracketing the Imdiko’s hips. In aflash, Conyod’s knees were draped on the bigger man’s shoulders andSletran was in him again. It took only a few pumps. The Nobekuttered a groan, and his brutal expression transformed to elationas his primary jolted in Conyod, filling him with warmth.

After nearly a minute, Sletran slowlycollapsed on top of Conyod. His kiss was deep, the kiss of sheerlove. He rolled them so they lay facing on their sides, legstangled as they sighed breaths of completion.

Sletran chuckled. Conyod gazed at him,adoring him as he had for years. “What’s so funny?”

“I was imagining thanking Erybet tomorrow forenhancing the mood.”

Conyod laughed at the idea. “You know, evenif he turned out to be a shitty candidate for our Dramok, he’s atleast an inspiration for sex. Not that you needed help.”

“Oh, listen to you, charmer. You have noshame.”

“None at all.”

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“Your whole family was in the military?Including your mother?”

Erybet grinned as he escorted Conyod from thesim arena, where squads in basic training could fight holographicenemies in a myriad of simulated settings. “She was a specialistwho tracked enemy movements remotely and kept battalionsinformed.”

“She never saw battle then.”

“No, but she was combat trained. Back whenshe enlisted, there were only two squads of Mataras in the groundforces. The military kept them from actual fighting, of course, butthey went through boot camp the same as the men.”

“I bet there aren’t females now in anycapacity.”

“They’re so few, and they’re too precious tochance no matter how safe we feel we can keep them.” He felt atwinge of sorrow for his mother and her career, cut off too soon.“The ground forces forcibly retired the last of them twenty yearsago…my mother dressed her high commander down for it in nouncertain terms, but it was out of his hands.”

It was on the tip of Erybet’s tongue toinvite Conyod to meet his parents, but he knew it was early forsuch a move. Especially if Sletran came along, which the Dramoksuspected Conyod would want.

Erybet had experienced his share ofinfatuations. He knew how intense obsession with a new lover couldbe. Wasn’t it the case now for him where the handsome Imdiko wasconcerned? Though he could see it developing into more as theyspent time together.

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