Page 25 of Clan and Command

The only consolation for pulling free of the pump and losing the mouthful of cock was knowing Kila was going to fuck him. Piras scrambled onto his bed, not caring about the eagerness he betrayed. He flopped onto his back inelegantly.

If Kila found him ridiculous, he showed no sign of it. Instead, he eyed Piras like a starving man. “Legs up in the air. Spread them wide.” Piras grabbed the backs of his knees and obeyed. The Nobek’s stare was intense. “Fuck yeah. Look at you open and ready for my cock.”

He stripped his uniform off in a rush of activity, his boots thumping on the ground ahead of him slithering out of the black formsuit. He crawled up on the mat, a scarred beast of coiled grace, his vanquished prey trembling as he advanced.

Kila grabbed Piras’s thighs, yanking him towards him, his cocks like battering rams. It was the larger one he sank into the Dramok’s ass, moaning with pleasure as he claimed the other man with one determined thrust.

Piras cried out at the unmerciful invasion. The pump had stretched his muscles well, but Kila was a large man to take. Still, the ache of the forceful possession was welcome, and he made no attempt to deny his master his due. Instead, he surrendered in heart, mind, and body to whatever Kila saw fit to take.

Kila’s ferocious but compelling face was that of a dark god who could reward or destroy. He loomed over Piras, propping the slighter man’s calves on his shoulders. He gripped his hips and rutted, driving his cock hard and deep into the Dramok’s ass, simultaneously pulling Piras onto him.

He was so much thicker than the dildo, his girth rubbing harder against Piras’s cumspot. A wrenching pleasure made Piras’s guts clench. Molten heat built within, spilling into and swelling his cocks. They bounced against his lower abdomen as Kila drove and drove against him, each tap against his stomach reverberating and sending droplets of pre-cum spattering. He gripped them in his fists.

Terrified he’d be denied, he begged Kila, “Please, may I? May I, Nobek?”

“Oh yes, lovely boy. Make yourself come while I’ve got my cock in you. Show me how much you like your master’s shaft pounding your ass.”

He hadn’t finished speaking before Piras’s hands whipped up and down his aching pricks. He noted how soft and smooth his touch was compared to Kila’s. Piras would have much preferred the Nobek to masturbate him, but he wouldn’t have asked him to stop hammering his hole for all the world. The brutal contact with his prostate made his guts seize. The heat in his cocks had turned boiling. The pressure in his smaller member made its inexorable climb, pushing its way towards the primary in front. It felt like sheer force making its way from one organ to the other, making his larger cock strain to accept it. And still it built as Kila started to lose his rhythm, as the Nobek’s jaw clenched, as he jerked and slammed and thrust himself as deep as he could…

Kila’s groan was so loud it was almost a roar. Piras felt the cock in his ass jolt. At the same moment, a white-hot stream poured into his primary shaft. It didn’t empty so much as it felt it was ripped out of Piras’s loins, bowing his back as cataclysmic rapture tore through his body. Pulse after pulse of almost painful ecstasy jetted from him, soaking his hand and belly. In perfect concert, Kila’s cock throbbed within him, filling him with the other man’s passion. They came together, their bodies straining until the last drop was spilled.

Kila collapsed beside Piras. They laid gasping for a long time as they recovered. Piras’s heart was still learning how to slow from a gallop when Kila rolled off the mat and headed for the bathroom facility.

Trust the Nobek to pull himself together faster. Piras chuckled breathlessly. He was in no hurry to clean up, however. Kila could take his time. The Dramok’s legs needed a little longer before they would hold him upright.

It was only a couple of minutes however, when Kila came back to the bed. He held a cloth. Sitting down next to Piras, he wiped spend from the Dramok’s lax body with the warm, damp fabric. “You’re a gorgeous mess, Admiral.”

“You don’t have to do that, Kila. But thank you.”

The Nobek finished wiping him off. “You might not be so happy with me later. Not with what I have planned.”

“What would that be?” Worry stole some of Piras’s contentment.

“Sleeping with my cock in your ass all night. When I wake to enjoy you again, you will not complain. You will not resist. You will accept me fucking you and filling you with my cum as often as it pleases me to do so. Even if it means you get only an hour or two of sleep before going in to work in the morning.”

Piras stared up at the dark face above his, the mocking smile both terrifying and alluring. His cocks twitched at Kila’s demand he make himself available for sex the entire night.

“Yes, Nobek.”

“Good boy.”

That night, Kila was as good as his word. The little bit of sleep Piras managed was with a thick cock nestled in his ass. He woke several times that night to Kila fucking him. He made no complaint but accepted it as Kila’s due. The Nobek owned his body and had every right to take it when the mood hit. It was a delicious fantasy, one Piras happily drowned in each time his dreams were interrupted by Kila’s thrusts.

Sometimes the sex was quick and demanding, with shattering rapture. Sometimes it was slow and careful, so that their orgasms were coaxed gently and pleasurably from their bodies. Either way, it was one of the best nights of Piras’s life.

Sexually speaking, it was everything he’d ever wanted.

Chapter 9

Morning’s first light stole into the sleeping room, waking Piras ahead of his alarm. He was heavy-headed from lack of sleep. That didn’t keep him from enjoying sensations too gorgeous to allow him to drift back into slumber.

The morning’s cool air felt delightful against the knowledge of how hot it would get later. A heavy arm curled around his hip. Fingers cupped his cocks, stiffening in the warm embrace. The thickness of another man’s shaft filled his ass, and the hard body of its owner spooned against his back.

Contentment filled Piras. No, he didn’t want to go back to sleep, not with his Nobek lover curled tight around him, his hand lazily stroking Piras’s shafts into readiness. Fuck the fog filling his head. His body was more than ready to enjoy and be enjoyed by Lidon, who he’d just been dreaming of.

Piras smiled and turned to look as his companion. His happy greeting died in his throat to see another man in the place of the one he’d expected to see. Kila looked back at him, a satisfied grin spread over his rough face.

Piras’s stomach churned. Kila. Not Lidon, because Lidon was long gone, clanned to a Dramok he’d known only a matter of months. Lidon had replaced Piras with Tranis, as if sixteen years was not a matter to be concerned about.

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