Clan and Crown (4 page)

That crazed shriek pouring from his
lips stilled Egilka’s arm. He stared down at Clajak’s red-striped
body, breathing heavily. He caressed his cocks and groaned before
blinking the hazy look from his eyes.

Mustering the strength to glare at his
captive, Egilka said, “You have a choice, Clajak. I can continue to
beat you and deny you release, or you can ask for my cock up your
ass.”

Clajak snarled and jerked. The dildo
dug into his cum spot, setting off a whine of need. When he could
talk again, Clajak shouted, “You shit! I hate being
dominated.”

“So the beating goes on?”

As noncommittal as Egilka managed to
sound, he stared at Clajak’s livid cocks. The want in the man’s
face softened the stark planes. It made Clajak wonder how the
Imdiko would look during orgasm. The thought sent fresh need into
his groin, and the prince hissed. Damn it, his cocks
hurt.

Egilka’s obvious desire for him made
Clajak think he had a potential exit from this nightmare. It
required he swallow his pride this one time ... along with his need
to master his tormentor.

I’ll pay him back in spades
for this though. I guarantee it,
Clajak
thought.

Using as much of a conciliatory tone as
his strained voice would allow, Clajak asked, “Will you let me come
if I let you fuck me?”

Egilka’s gaze darted to his face. Damn
if the man didn’t look as desperate as Clajak felt. His voice
rough, the Imdiko said, “Maybe. It depends on how nice you are to
me.”

It was no real answer. “Damn it. Do I
get to come inside you?” That was what Clajak wanted more than
anything. Feeling Egilka’s tight buttocks spasm around him as his
seed jetted deep inside the Imdiko ... Clajak’s cocks gave a
painful surge, and he groaned.

He groaned again when Egilka shook his
head. “Not this time. You are being punished, not rewarded, my
prince. If I feel you deserve it, if I think you might consider a
moment’s regret for being such an asshole, I might jerk you
off.”

Clajak’s fists clenched. “Fuck. I think
I hate you right now.”

Egilka shrugged, but there was yet
another quick flash of hurt that made Clajak regret his words. “You
wouldn’t be the first, my prince.”

Clajak thought about apologizing, but
he had the ugly suspicion Egilka wouldn’t believe he was sorry.
There was only one thing the Dramok could do to begin to make
things up to him. He looked up at the drape-covered ceiling and
sighed. “Fine. Fuck me. Make yourself happy.”

“Ask nicely.”

Clajak snarled, baring fangs at Egilka.
At the show of temper, Egilka snarled back. He reached down between
Clajak’s legs and grabbed the dildo. He ground it hard against the
prince’s interior hotspot, sending blinding need pouring into his
painfully swollen cocks. Clajak’s cock jerked in desperation and
found no release.

Clajak fought his binds, but couldn’t
escape that awful surge of passion that hurt more than it thrilled.
He shouted, “Fine! Please, Imdiko Egilka, my beautiful bastard of
an intended, please fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,
PLEASE!”

Egilka released the dildo, leaving
Clajak gasping and weeping. “That sounded a little more sweet, my
prince. That temper of yours needs to be reined in. Consider that
your first lesson of what happens when you let it take control over
you in my presence.”

With that, the Imdiko stripped. Clajak
almost forgot to be angry as Egilka’s body came into
view.

Unlike Egilka’s angular face, his body
was nowhere near stark. He possessed long, graceful limbs, as
beautiful as any woman’s with toned definition and gentle swells.
His smooth chest made Clajak’s tongue beg to stroke across it, as
did his flat belly. His ass was sweetly rounded, again torturing
the Dramok with the brutal need to fill it. The man was more
beautiful than he’d dared to imagine.

As Egilka stripped, he gave Clajak’s
face quick, shy glances, as if afraid of the other man’s reaction.
Through his lust-haze, the prince struggled to understand what
would make Egilka so unsure of himself. Did the man not know he was
beautiful? Could he possibly imagine Clajak would not want
him?

If that was the case, Clajak was all
too happy to disabuse him of the notion. “Ancestors,” he breathed.
“What genius sculpted this masterpiece?”

Egilka flushed. “You can’t turn off the
charm for an instant, can you? You’re not getting out of this,
Clajak.”

“I don’t want to.” The idea of seeing
that gorgeous man melding with his body had Clajak panting. His
voice quiet but filled with emotion, he invited, “Fuck me, Egilka.
Please.”

The Imdiko darted another look at his
face. Whatever he saw there made a hopeful smile tug at the corners
of his mouth. “Gladly.”

Egilka grabbed one of the billowy
pillows near at hand and stuffed it beneath Clajak’s hips, raising
him. Then he climbed up on the mat with the Dramok, kneeling
between his legs. He looked at the body splayed before him. His
tongue peeked out to wet his lips.

“Why do you have to look so good?” he
wondered out loud.

“I need some saving grace to make up
for my personality,” Clajak teased. It was hard to keep his voice
light with his cocks hurting so much.

Egilka looked him in the eye. “You
don’t want to clan me.”

“Not true.” The concerns that had
threatened to drown Clajak for the past year as he’d counted down
to their clanning ceremony rose again. “What I don’t want is to be
just another duty to you. I want to be your mate in truth. Your
lover. Not your little brother. Not some kid you feel you have to
babysit.”

Egilka blinked. His face flushed. “I’m
sorry. It’s just that I’ve known you since you were a
child.”

An ache different from the one
throbbing in his cocks coiled in Clajak’s belly. “I’ve waited years
for you to see me differently. Since I knew you didn’t, I acted
like the child you believe me to be. I ran away so I didn’t have to
face the hurt.”

The Imdiko shrank a little into
himself. His gaze roamed over Clajak’s trembling body once more.
“You’re not a boy.”

“I’m a man, even though I rarely act
like it. I’m a man who wants you to see me as such.”

“I see it now.” Egilka’s gaze met
Clajak’s again. “Have you really wanted me?”

“For a long time. More than anything
else. More than anyone else.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t realized it. I’m
sorry I haven’t seen you as I should.”

Egilka looked ashamed. Clajak was
surprised to realize how much it hurt him that the Imdiko suffered
over their misunderstandings.

I guess we both need to
make amends then.

Clajak knew the perfect way to
start.

“Show me you see me now. Show me I
excite you as much as you excite me,” Clajak whispered.

Egilka’s lips parted open. His eyes
filled with eagerness, a sight that filled the prince’s chest with
warmth. “Yes,” the Imdiko whispered.

He leaned forward, his hands walking up
the mat on either side of Clajak’s body. Egilka stretched his lithe
frame forward, sliding it against the Crown Prince. After a moment,
the Imdiko lay upon Clajak, his face inches from the Dramok’s. The
firm planes of their chests flattened against each other. Their
flesh of their abdomens was warm, moving in synchronized harmony of
their breath. Their cocks pulsed, the hard, wet lengths trapped
between them.

“My prince,” Egilka moaned. His face
drifted down. His mustache was as soft as Clajak had imagined it
would be, brushing against the Dramok’s upper lip. His lips were
even softer as they settled against Clajak’s.

Their mouths moved in a sinuous dance
as they tasted each other for the first time. Egilka’s lips were as
tender as they looked, plump and yielding to Clajak’s kiss. The
Dramok’s tongue licked across his intended’s lower lip, relishing
the slightly salty flavor. Egilka gasped, his mouth opening. Clajak
took the invitation, his hungry tongue pushing inside.

First came the velvety inner lips,
silkier than the finest fabric Clajak had ever touched. Then the
hard smoothness of teeth, a barrier that fled before the Dramok’s
questing tongue. It met its mate, reveling in the other tongue’s
raspy texture, its musky salt flavor. Clajak stroked against it,
now possessing, now drawing it into his mouth to suck delicately
on.

It was the most entrancing kiss of
Clajak’s life. It was the kiss he’d dreamed of for years, the one
he’d anticipated for what felt like forever. It did not
disappoint.

Were it not for the agony of his avid
groin, Clajak might have wished the kiss would last an eternity.
Even with that torment, it was Egilka who broke away
first.

His eyes glazed, the Imdiko looked down
at Clajak. “If I had known – oh hell. I’m an idiot.”

“So what are you going to do about it?”
Clajak asked. He only half teased. He wanted Egilka more than
ever.

The Imdiko gave him a naughty look
worthy of Clajak himself. “I’m going to fuck you, my fine young
Dramok. I’m going to fuck you, take you back to Kalquor, clan with
you, and fuck you some more.”

“Somewhere in there, I get to fuck you
back,” Clajak laughed. He presented Egilka with his most wicked
smile. “Take your vengeance on me, my lovely intended. I’m helpless
to your every whim.”

Egilka groaned and kissed him again. As
their tongues parried back and forth, the tormenting dildo was
eased from Clajak’s ass. Egilka rose and tossed it to the
floor.

His gaze settled on Clajak’s ass. The
Imdiko’s breath caught, and Clajak imagined how it must look: his
legs wide, hips raised, his ass open and ready to accept the slick
enjoyment of Egilka’s passion.

His betrothed grasped his primary dick
and leaned forward. Clajak felt the hot tip settle against his ass.
He quashed the rise of temper that protested him being on the
bottom. Instead, he looked at the enraptured face of the man bent
over him.

Egilka’s face was the softest he’d ever
seen it. All the stark edges had smoothed over. His ripe lips were
wet and parted. His upslanted eyes were heavy-lidded. He was a man
trembling on the edge of passion, ready to give himself over.
Egilka was the most beautiful Clajak had ever seen him. It made his
heart skip a beat to see his soon-to-be clanmate that
way.

“Take me,” he invited.

Egilka groaned and pushed his larger
cock inside Clajak. The prince answered with a groan of his own,
delighted with the enthrallment of the Imdiko’s expression. The
ache in his ass was sweet as he adjusted to the growing girth of
his lover, who slipped inside steadily. Egilka’s smaller cock slid
along the part in his cheeks, leaving a wet trail up the bottom of
his spine.

Egilka didn’t stop until he was buried
to the base. His length rubbed with wondrous brutality against
Clajak’s sensitive spot within. The prince cried out at the surge
of passion that jolted his loins.

“If I don’t come, I’m going to die,” he
ground out between clenched teeth.

Egilka, one of the most serious men
Clajak had ever met, snickered like a mischievous boy. “Oh no,
please don’t. Necrophilia is such a turn-off for me.”

Despite his raging hard-ons, Clajak
barked a surprised laugh. “Good to know. There’s one less reason
for you to murder me in my sleep.”

Egilka grinned, and then his face
softened once more. “Aw fuck, you feel good, Clajak. So hot and
tight around me.”

He didn’t lower himself so much as
collapse on top of the Dramok. He seized Clajak’s mouth in a hungry
kiss. Clajak reciprocated, demanding some measure of
control.

His body blanketing the prince’s,
Egilka see-sawed his hips, filling and emptying Clajak. His cock
rubbed endless friction against that sensitive spot, driving the
Dramok insane with need. The motion moved his lower belly against
Clajak’s cocks, making him even crazier. He growled and nipped
Egilka’s lips, desperate for release. Egilka clung tighter, riding
him with a pace that grew more frenzied by the moment.

Their bodies dampened with sweat as
they bucked against one another. Clajak couldn’t separate his
thundering heartbeat from the pounding of Egilka’s breast. They
gasped and snarled into each other’s mouths. Egilka’s fingers
dragged down the prince’s ribcage, his nails scraping fiery trails.
The hurt fed into the violent passion that left Clajak yelling with
agonized ecstasy.

Egilka jerked up, his shaking arms
barely able to hold him over Clajak as he hammered into his ass
like a man possessed. The hard, rapid use swelled the ball of
pressure held back by the cockring. Clajak screamed at the Imdiko,
his fangs unhinged, his mind uncoupling from all sense. He had to
come. Right. The. Fuck. Now.

Egilka’s strained shriek rose over the
prince’s as his body went rigid. Veins popped out all over the
long, lithe muscles that made up his graceful form. Then came the
gentle pulse of release, a slow throb in Clajak’s passage and a
flood of warmth filling him.

His breath sobbing, Egilka’s shaking
hand tugged at the ring damming Clajak. Its tight grip resisted the
trembling Imdiko for a moment, and Clajak screamed frustration
again. Then it pulled loose, sliding over the slick member, setting
him free.