Page 79 of Clan and Command

“Greedy Imdiko. But yes, of course. All of him.”

While they spoke, Kila continued to lazily fondle Piras. The slow pace of the caresses allowed him to find a little more control, to delay the threatened orgasm. He knew it wouldn’t take much to rob him of restraint, however. He was too damned close and Kila was too damned good at lovemaking. With Lokmi added into the situation, he was in deep trouble.

He couldn’t deny how happy he was to see the Imdiko, however. With lascivious demand settling over Lokmi’s features, the expression of a Dramok who expected to be deferred to, Piras was sure this was the one Imdiko in all the Kalquorian Empire who was perfect for him…just as Kila was the only Nobek fit to be his lover and clanmate.

Piras trembled with anticipation as Lokmi marched over to him and Kila, pulling the crotch of his uniform open. He knelt before Piras and tugged his engorging cocks free. “You know what to do, lovely man. By the way, I expect proper appreciation for letting you suck my cocks.”

“Thank you, Imdiko,” Piras said. He opened his mouth for his second master’s enjoyment.

Kila didn’t resume his battering pace from before. Instead, he matched Lokmi’s more sedate rhythm so that the two men rocked in and out of Piras’s accommodating body in tandem. For his part, Piras enjoyed the slower lovemaking. It allowed him to enjoy the feeling of Lokmi growing harder against his tongue, the feeling and taste of the man’s first drops of natural lubrication that emerged from his cocks. He thought he could detect each vein standing out from Kila’s primary shaft as it slid in perfectly, as if Piras’s ass was its intended sheath. The Nobek’s secondary cock slid against the underside of Piras’s, creating another avenue of sweet friction.

Best of all, though arousal still clawed at his loins, Piras was no longer in immediate danger of coming against Kila’s wishes. His suffering was tremendous in that his cocks felt painfully heavy and overfull, but as long as the two men maintained their leisurely enjoyment, he could continue to serve them as they wished.

“So this is why men are so eager to clan in threes,” Lokmi sighed after some time. “Always a willing fuck to be had, plus the added pleasure of watching.”

“Not to mention the potential to add a female mate,” Kila reminded him.

“The best reason of all. A woman to care for.”

“Careful, Chief. Your Imdiko is showing.”

Lokmi chuckled. “Sometimes that part refuses to be ignored. Like now. I think this pretty man between us needs his reward. He’s groaning nonstop.”

“I’ve worked him pretty hard. I’m ready when you are.”

Lokmi drew his cock from Piras’s clinging mouth. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you keep sucking me. It’s time for a change of position though.”

Piras was confused to have the Imdiko lie on his back in front of him. The mystery was solved, however, as Lokmi squirmed beneath Piras. He ended with his head between the Dramok’s knees and his cocks waving in front of the Dramok’s face once more, but from below.

“Put that mouth back to work, Piras. Suck me off and swallow what I give you.”

Piras was happy to serve. He wrapped his eager mouth around Lokmi’s smooth stave, bobbing his head enthusiastically over the other man’s groin. He rubbed his tongue against the throbbing member and drew hard, moving the silky skin over the harder iron of desire. Lokmi groaned and thrust in time. Meanwhile, he grasped Piras’s primary shaft and pulled him down. The Dramok shuddered to feel himself enclosed in the wet, hot environs of Lokmi’s mouth. His hips dipped and rose, dipped and rose, the rhythm dictated by the pull of the Imdiko’s grip on his base.

As soon as they had established their play, Kila began to fuck Piras’s ass again. He shifted and adjusted his angle until Piras was once again assaulted by the lightning strike of luscious friction against his hotspot. As soon as Piras cried out, betraying the Nobek’s victory, Kila once more drove against him without mercy.

With that constant sensation of vivid rapture and the riveting pull of Lokmi’s mouth on his primary, Piras escalated to sensual overload within seconds. He fought off the sweet call of destruction with everything he had, but each moment brought him closer to the fall. He was running out of time and will to hold off.

As lightning heat streamed from his secondary prick into the larger, Lokmi cried out against his flesh. The next instant, he flooded Piras’s mouth with his spice-flavored passion. A millisecond later, Kila yelled out, tensing and slamming hard into his ass. Then it all spiraled away as Piras rocketed into heaving, exultant oblivion, his cocks jolting under the force of long-denied release finally set free.

One blinding pulse after another buffeted him, eclipsing knowledge of anything but rending, glorious cataclysm. Piras felt himself torn apart, a wondrous destruction that he didn’t care if he survived.

Of course, he did survive. The shockwaves quieted a bit at a time, tossing Piras less and less with the passing seconds. Moment by moment, he returned to himself, to the ready room, to the nubby floor where he lay sprawled with a groaning Lokmi on one side and glazed-eyed Kila on the other. The two men were just stirring to life when his vision cleared enough to note them.

Kila didn’t speak at first. He crawled to a cooling unit and withdrew three water bottles. He rolled two towards Lokmi and Piras, keeping one to drain in three huge gulps. He got himself another.

Lokmi opened one of the bottles sent their way and offered it to Piras with a shaking hand. The Dramok hauled himself up to sit cross-legged through sheer resolve. He tipped the water into his mouth, washing away the sweetish-salty flavor of the Imdiko with regret.

Lokmi bolted down his bottle, grabbed the two extra Kila lobbed at him, and slid over to sit close enough to Piras that their bodies touched. As he opened another water for the Dramok, Lokmi asked, “How do you feel?”

“Ridiculously happy.” Piras grinned at him as he accepted the water and drained that bottle too.

“And you?” Lokmi arched a brow at Kila. “You looked rather weak as you crawled over there, Captain.”

Kila snorted at him. “Maybe I came hard enough to knock the wind out of me, but I’m not the one who ended up lying under Piras, sucking his cocks.” He grinned, his usual mocking expression back in place. “You looked a hell of a lot like a bottom for a little while there.”

“Fuck you. Of course a lunkhead Nobek wouldn’t know how to both control a man and give him pleasure at the same time.”

“Right. And you haven’t enjoyed a single second of the times I won control over you. Seems to me you’ve come nice and hard for me every instance.”

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