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“I’ll come while your cock reams my ass.” The agreement added to his excitement.

“Roll him over. Hold him for me.”

Kom eased the dildo free. It was bizarre to see a cock at the end of his arm. He disconnected it, and tossed it to the side. He attached his prosthetic hand in its place. He grabbed Matt and flipped him onto his elbows and knees.

Sporting a devilish grin, Masok helped him pin him in position, spreading Matt’s legs wide for Avir to kneel between them.

“Look at you, open and ready for me,” the Dramok exulted. His fist guided his primary to Matt’s vulnerable, twitching hole. “Ready to get off on me fucking you.”

“Yes, my Dramok.” Matt’s agreement was muffled by the bed covers half covering his face.

He shuddered as Avir’s eager strength drove in. It was obvious their tormenting play had excited him as much as Matt. His thrusts were insistent, the friction hair-raising.

Matt wasn’t sure whether the hand grabbing his cock was Masok’s or Kom’s. He was pumped in time with Avir’s rutting, and he yelled as heat filled his groin.

“Take it,” Kom growled. “You love it when your Dramok fucks you hard.”

“Feel his cock working you,” Masok said. “Getting ready to fill you with cum.”

They kept up a steady stream of filthy enticements, adding to his excitement. He quaked as Avir pounded him, as he was masturbated.

Fingers spread over the top of his scalp and clenched his hair. Avir tugged his head up. He was careful so there was only a slight sting of pain. It added to the relentless slaps of Avir’s groin to his ass as he roughly fucked Matt. Having his hair pulled leant an extra thrill.

“I want you to come,” Avir demanded. “Come for me, Mattie. Come for your Dramok.”

Matt’s balls drew tight, yearning scorching them. Heat pushed from them to the base of his cock, while the relentless fist continued to stroke it.

“Come.”

Fervor rose, gathering steam as his entire being focused on the craving devouring him an inch at a time. A cry spilled from his lips and grew louder as need consumed him.

“Come.”

Avir tugged his head back further, and Matt’s gaze met his.

“Come.”

Overwhelming rapture exploded. Matt’s cock convulsed in the demanding grip, and he no longer saw Avir’s determined stare or heard him demanding his surrender. He was lost in heaving, annihilating bliss.

He only knew Avir had climaxed when the spasms eased and the world poured into his consciousness once more. The Dramok grunted with each drawn-out breath, slowly pumping his jerking cock in Matt’s ass, from which warmth dripped down his thighs. Masok and Kom stroked Matt’s back and buttocks, crooning praise.

They let him rest for little while afterward, allowing him to bask in the nest of their bodies, snuggling him so he felt warm and happy and safe. The night stretched long as Matt accepted pleasure, then resisted it, then accepted it again. It continued until they were satisfied they’d properly welcomed him to the clan.

Matt’s eyelids peeled reluctantly open when Avir’s com buzzed far too early in the morning. Everyone’s heads rose wearily from their pillows as the Dramok scowled. “Unknown frequency. I swear to the ancestors, if it’s that asshole—” He broke off to answer. “Dramok Avir here.”

He listened, the irritability easing. “I see. Thank you, Doctor. We’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”

He clicked off and turned to Matt. “It was Dr. Yalow.”

“Sven died?”

“An hour ago.”

Matt was silent as he searched his feelings. There was relief, most certainly. Regret…but again, it was because he’d waited until Sven had been too weak for him to actually prove anything to himself by standing up to him.

Otherwise, there was nothing. Matt realized he’d given up on an actual relationship with the man long ago. There was no one there to grieve. He felt no guilt for it.

“I guess Valter will make the arrangements,” he said.

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