Page 62 of Clan and Command

“You will, huh?” Piras smirked, but his insides began to squirm in that anxious-excited way.

Lokmi eyed him like he did the dessert being set before him. “Most certainly. In fact, I plan to take the nice Dramok tonight.”

Piras had to fight not to squirm. Kila’s leer spread over his face, the expression silently telling him the Nobek was fully on board for that scenario.

The bad mood had been broken. Piras began once more to look forward to the weeks ahead, once they got past the evil of Laro’s downfall.

He thought that if not for the mission itself, he’d be happy with life. Once it was over and Kalquor was safe again, would he be able to keep this connection with Kila and Lokmi going? Would he find joy…maybe even a clan?

It was a strange and wonderful thing to contemplate.

The rest of dinner was far livelier, with Piras and Kila participating in conversation that didn’t touch on the war. An hour later, they returned to the destroyer and headed straight to Kila’s quarters. They entered the small space, still laughing and already wrestling with each other a little. Piras joined in the light tussling, ready to surrender the instant things went from silly to serious.

Lokmi looked around Kila’s room and sighed. “You should pull rank and get yourself larger quarters, Kila. This is damned near claustrophobic.” He crashed full-length on the sleeping mat. “We should have gone to Piras’s home. I can live without your bag of tricks in order to have enough air in the room.”

Kila wrapped an arm around Piras and swatted his ass playfully. “Don’t look at me, Chief. It was the admiral’s insistence that we come here.”

Piras elbowed him in the gut. “My mother will com tonight. I can feel it in my bones. If I’m home, I’ll feel guilty about not answering her.”

“Nothing like a bad conscience over a mother to wreck the mood.”

Piras gave him a lopsided smile. “I wouldn’t be able to keep from talking to her. That would mean spending an hour listening to everything that’s awful in the universe. And ancestors help us if she realized I’ve got guests. The whole night will be about her questioning every single second of your lives. Later, she’d tell me about how she was up all night fretting about the kind of people I’m mixing with.”

Lokmi reached over to tug on his hair. “Mothers worry. It’s their job.”

“She takes it to the extreme.” He gave Lokmi a severe look. “So deal with the tiny room. Suck it up.”

“Don’t mind if I do. You’ll stand there and accept it.” He sat up, looking Piras in the eye.

Lokmi’s expression was sheer power, a regard that said he’d take what he wanted. It made everything but Piras’s cocks turn to jelly. Those went hard in an instant, all the blood in his body seeming to concentrate on the twin staves. They poked brazenly, tenting his trousers.

“That’s it,” the Imdiko smirked. “Ready at my command. You see how well he behaves for me, Kila?”

“He knows he’d better, or he’ll have us both to answer to,” the Nobek growled in Piras’s ear.

“I do like this obedient Dramok.”

Lokmi pulled the one-piece uniform Piras had worn that day wide open from throat to crotch. Piras’s cocks sprang out with unseemly eagerness that embarrassed him. However, he was powerless to do anything to curb his body’s reaction.

Lokmi yanked the uniform down to the tops of Piras’s boots. “Keep your hands by your sides unless one of us tells you otherwise,” he instructed.

“Yes, Imdiko,” Piras said submissively. He kept his gaze on Lokmi’s face, not daring to watch Kila. The Nobek had gone to the wall, opening a closet from which he pulled his bag of toys. He dropped it on the bed next to Lokmi.

The Imdiko opened it and rummaged. “I hope you have what I want – oh yes, you do.” He pulled out a thick double cockring. “And Piras is nice and wet already, so it won’t be difficult to put on him.”

He didn’t ask if Piras wanted to wear it. He didn’t need to. Even though the Dramok knew the level of torment Lokmi could visit on him by its use, he didn’t dare protest. He’d handed over all control to the two men. It was no longer his body to command, but theirs.

Lokmi stroked his shafts, making him harder and wetter. The heat of his hands sank deep into his cocks, joining with the ticklish burn already throbbing within. “Lovely,” the Imdiko sighed. “Such pretty cocks. You may not move, Piras. Stay still while I taste you.”

“Yes, Imdiko.”

As readily as he’d given his reply, it took everything Piras had to not jump when Lokmi’s mouth swept over his secondary prick. The delicious feel of the man’s mouth on him, sucking and swallowing the juices from his rigid flesh, had Piras panting in an instant. His jaw clenched. He fought to remain frozen as that wicked mouth worked him, as Lokmi’s tongue stroked his vulnerable flesh.

A momentary touch in the cleft of his ass was all the warning Piras got before Kila shoved a thick dildo inside him. The sudden taking burned as his entrance grudgingly yielded to the invasion. A thin wail emitted between his clenched teeth, and he rocked a little on his heels.

Lokmi released his cock with a light popping sound and slapped his thigh. More burning heat, more excitement rather than hurt. “I said stay still,” he said, his stare ruthless as he looked into Piras’s eyes. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

Piras’s voice was strained as Kila pushed the dildo in deeper, seating it firmly in his ass. “Yes, Imdiko. I’m sorry.”

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