Authors: Tracy St. John
“Are you hard for me, Clajak? Are those
beautiful cocks thick and swollen at the thought of filling my
tight ass?”
Clajak growled as savage want filled
him. “If I could hold you down and shove my primary inside you, I’d
ride you so fucking hard. You wouldn’t sit right for a month when I
was done.”
A trickle of an answering growl came
from the Imdiko. “You make it sound so good. I love being under
you, you dominating Dramok. But I also like the thought of giving
you what you want to give me.”
Clajak’s fangs unhinged. It was his
urge to control and the fact that he couldn’t that made him hiss
angrily at Egilka.
“That struck a nerve.” Egilka grinned
up at him, showing his own fangs. “You don’t do surrender well, my
prince.”
Clajak snarled but didn’t speak for
fear he’d say something that would give the Imdiko even more
ideas.
Egilka sat up on his knees, kneeling
between the Dramok’s spread legs. Clajak’s brutal want was
impossible to miss. It tented the crotch of his pants
magnificently. The Imdiko licked his lips, considering his prize.
The undisguised yearning of his expression made Clajak’s temper
soothe a little. It was wonderful to at last be the object of
Egilka’s desire.
Egilka’s fingers hooked in the
waistband of Clajak’s formsuit. Backing up slowly, the Imdiko
uncovered him inch by inch.
The prince’s primary cock sprang free
first, swollen and glistening. Almost immediately, a pearly drop of
passion formed at the tip. Egilka sprang forward, his mouth
enclosing the tapered end, licking to claim the
offering.
Heat exploded in Clajak’s groin at the
balmy heaven of Egilka’s embrace. He yelled as his sensitized flesh
awoke to the pull of the Imdiko’s raspy tongue. It felt as if the
skin of Clajak’s cock tried to draw itself right off the staff, as
if to follow the retreating flesh that goaded him beyond
sense.
“Mmm,” Egilka breathed. The sound was
that of a man who had tasted the finest vintage of Plasian
leshella.
“Egilka,” Clajak groaned. His cock
strained, desperate for more.
Instead, Egilka sat up again. He pulled
once more at the prince’s pants, uncovering him with excruciating
slowness.
Moments later, Clajak’s secondary cock
escaped its confines, bobbing enthusiastically into view. It too
was wet with spicy-scented lubrication. In its excitement, it had
engorged to almost the same girth as the primary dick. Both
appendages were the heaviest Clajak had ever felt them. He thought
he could break through walls with the damned things.
Egilka did not grant the smaller cock
the pleasure of his mouth as he had the first. Instead, he
continued to pull Clajak’s pants down, freeing first his tense
thighs and then his calves. He touched the Dramok’s legs with the
same reverence he’d shown his chest and stomach.
Anticipation built as Egilka kissed and
caressed his way higher and higher, nearing those parts of Clajak
that ached most for attention. Chills raced up and down the
prince’s body, starting from where that divine mouth tasted him.
They were chased by flashes of sparkling heat. Egilka confused his
body, sending off warring sensations with every stroke of tongue
and fingers.
As the tip of the Imdiko’s tongue
traced the crease where thigh met groin, Clajak groaned from the
mounting tension. “Please, my Imdiko. Please stop teasing. I
promise to not get into trouble for the next month if you’ll just
touch my cocks again.”
“A whole month?” Egilka paused,
pretending to consider the offer. “Are you capable of behaving for
such a long stretch of time?”
“No, but it was worth a
try.”
Egilka’s face stretched into happy
brightness as he laughed. As he had every time before, Clajak drank
in that handsome visage, its sometimes harsh planes softened by
joy, made arresting with beauty.
“Oh, do whatever you want,” the prince
said, surrendering for real. “Just let me see you with that smile
at least once a day. It’s enough to make a Dramok bend.”
Egilka shook his head as if
disbelieving the sentiment, but he flushed with pleasure. “You’ll
try to charm death itself when it comes for you.”
Perhaps he knew Clajak meant the words
with all his heart. Egilka went from tormenting the prince to
pleasuring him. Clajak’s concerns that he would not get his full
measure of thrills from being on the bottom were quickly
disproved.
Egilka bent down, giving Clajak’s livid
smaller cock a slow lick from base to tip. His tongue traveled
along the thick vein that pulsed along the underside of the prick,
quickening its throb until Clajak’s heartbeat thundered in his
ears. Shivery effervescence sparkled throughout the organ. The
Dramok would have writhed had he not been frozen
helpless.
Egilka’s wicked tongue flicked back and
forth over the secondary’s sensitive tip. His hands reached beneath
Clajak’s ass to cup the muscular mounds in his palms. He raised
Clajak’s hips, letting the aching cock slip between his soft lips.
The friction of his rough velvet tongue stroked all around the
tip’s circumference.
Clajak cried out, molten sweetness
plumping his cock so the skin stretched taut. The sight of Egilka’s
mouth surrounding him nearly made him weep. His primary cock did
weep, dripping shining tears down the shaft.
As he continued to mouth Clajak’s
smaller prick, Egilka’s hands slid from ass to the backs of the
prince’s thighs, lifting his helpless legs into the air. His tongue
never missing a stroke, he draped the Dramok’s knees over his
shoulders, propping and opening Clajak. Then his arms reached
around to clasp the prince’s thighs to his chest.
Egilka went all the way down on
Clajak’s length, his head tilted to the side to avoid colliding
with the fierce stave that was the prince’s front cock. The taking
was so swift, so sudden, that all the breath left the Dramok in a
rush of surprise. He forgot how to inhale as renewed exaltation
bloomed in his gut. When he did breathe again, he did so with
force. The air made a screaming sound as it entered his
lungs.
The Imdiko had only begun his
magnificent attack. His long-fingered hand closed around Clajak’s
primary cock. As Egilka’s wicked mouth bobbed up and down on the
smaller, the tight grip on the larger kept time with it. Now his
cock didn’t weep. It spat continuously, trying to relieve some of
the expanding pressure in Clajak’s gut.
Hand, mouth, and tongue removed all
coherent thought from the prince’s head. His eyes rolled upward,
unseeingly staring at the brown ceiling over his head. He didn’t
hear his continuous moans or feel the yielding floor beneath his
naked body. All he felt was that marvelous friction, the rhythmic
squeezing, the growing weight of pleasure in his gut. A ticklish
trickle shivered through his secondary cock, pushing some of the
sumptuous heaviness ahead of it, moving towards his larger one.
Exaltation was on its way.
Mouth and hand paused. Clajak
whimpered. The hand was removed and replaced by another hand. The
marvelous cadence of Egilka’s pleasuring resumed. Clajak lost
himself in the glorious dissolution of body over mind once
more.
Something slick probed at his anus. It
pushed at the reluctant entrance and burrowed its way in. The
invasion into his helpless body felt incredible. Egilka’s long
finger took the Dramok, who had no choice but to submit. A small
part of his indomitable personality protested the dominance, but
the rest of Clajak’s consciousness was taken up with blissful
surrender. If he’d been capable of speech, Clajak might have
admitted it felt good to be taken this one time. When the second
finger breached his ass, spreading his resisting entrance open, he
shuddered at the thunderclap of passion. Yes, just this once he
could be mastered. Just this once he could submit.
Egilka’s hand on his cock and his mouth
switched places. The Imdiko swallowed the almost constant
expulsions of pre-cum, his throat working against the end of
Clajak’s primary cock. Feeling the silk of his lover’s mouth and
throat brought the searing river of desire to the brink of spilling
from his secondary prick to the larger one. Clajak’s body quaked on
the inside, unable to do more than tremble on the outside. Egilka’s
mouth pulled on his flesh, as if he would suck the seed right from
the prince’s body.
Another finger plunged into Clajak’s
ass. The three digits drummed deep into him, finding his hotspot
and rubbing it furiously. Egilka’s palm slapped against his flesh
as he fucked Clajak hard. The maelstrom of mingled pain and rapture
swirled in delicious chaos within the Dramok. Passion arced higher,
working its way to the base of his primary cock. Climax was nearly
upon him.
As if discerning how close Clajak was
to detonation, Egilka released him from his hand and mouth. His
fingers withdrew from the clutching channel of the prince’s ass.
Beyond words, Clajak gave a ragged cry of despair to feel the
paradise slip away. He tried to flail, but his body was not his to
command.
Egilka rose up tall on his knees. He
looked down at Clajak, and the prince momentarily slipped back to a
time when he was much smaller, looking up at the man who had just
been introduced as his future clanmate. The Imdiko had smiled at
him then, giving Clajak that first thought of love beyond family.
He’d said, “Hello, my prince. I am here for you from now on.
Whatever you may need, feel free to ask me for it.”
What Clajak felt now was a man’s need.
It loomed far beyond all other considerations. And just as he had
promised all those years ago, Egilka was there for him.
The Imdiko opened his trousers,
releasing a pair of cocks as livid with excitement as Clajak’s.
Egilka adjusted Clajak’s calves where they lay against his
shoulders, assuring himself they would not slip off.
His grin was as devilish as any Clajak
had ever offered. “And now, my irritating but much loved prince, I
accept your apology for knocking me out.”
With that, Egilka took his larger cock
in hand and guided it to Clajak’s vulnerable ass. With a groan of
satisfaction, the Imdiko pushed into him.
Clajak’s sphincter muscles burned in
protest against the girth forcing them open. Egilka’s shaft
stretched him far beyond where his fingers had goaded the tight
ring. However, Egilka’s hands closed over Clajak’s cocks, pumping
them from root to tip in a grip so tight even their slickness
wouldn’t have allowed them to escape. The sheer ecstasy of being
handled strongly eclipsed the initial discomfort of accepting
Egilka’s prick. Then came the jaw-clenching friction of thick cock
rubbing against the lightning bolt button of the prince’s
cumspot.
A choking gurgle emitted from Clajak’s
straining throat. Egilka grunted as his groin smacked hard against
his ass, driving him deep within the prince. “That’s right. Take
it, Dramok. Take it and come for me. Come with my cock fucking your
tight ass.”
It was already happening. The pressure
that had been making its gradual journey from secondary to primary
dick kicked into high gear. Now it was a deluge, a river flood
roaring through, racing to overflow its banks. It poured into
Clajak’s cock.
His loins spasmed, making his stomach
clench. Clajak screamed. Boiling cum jetted from his cock in
explosive spurts. Egilka had angled him so that the prince’s spend
shot over his own belly and chest. Thick juices coated his skin,
and they kept coming.
Egilka yelled. His frantic beating
against Clajak’s ass stilled for an instant. Three more pumps and
the cock inside the Dramok jerked.
He’s coming inside
me
, Clajak thought. He had thought he was
empty, but feeling Egilka release within him brought a fresh surge.
More cum squirted free to join what ran off his torso.
Even when the last of his seed ended in
a trickle, the prince’s cocks continued to twitch with soft
tremors. Egilka’s thrusts slowed and stopped. He sighed and armed
sweat from his forehead. “Fuck,” he whispered.
He didn’t move again until his prick
had gone soft and sated. Clajak experienced a strange sense of loss
when Egilka pulled free. It felt as if a part of him had been
removed.
Egilka gave a weak laugh. “Am I safe to
let you go now?” he asked. “No retaliation, right?”
“This was for my crimes against you,”
Clajak reassured him. “Freely given.”
Egilka switched the stasis off. Clajak
stretched, happy to be moving on his own again. He sat up and fixed
the Imdiko with a stern look.
“Uh oh.” Egilka’s voice was light, but
there was genuine alarm in his expression.
“Don’t ‘uh oh’ me. I asked you a
question before you made me shower myself with myself.” Clajak made
a face at the spunk covering his chest and stomach.
“We should get you cleaned up,” Egilka
agreed. “I’ll go fetch a wet cloth.”
Clajak grabbed his wrist to keep him
from going. “You stay here and answer me. I’m begging you, Egilka.
Accept my offer to clan. Be my Imdiko.”
Egilka refused to be pinned down,
though there was no denying the look of want on his face. “Do I get
to keep the stasis enabler?”