Clan and Crown (11 page)

Clajak broke the kiss. Egilka’s eyes
opened to see the handsome face with the intent stare focused on
him. It brought him out of the desire-fog he’d gotten lost in. He
thought about telling Clajak to stop.

Clajak’s head shook, as if he’d read
Egilka’s mind. “I need you, Egilka, for so many reasons. You’ve
never been afraid to keep me honest. You remind me of my duty when
I get stupid. You don’t scrape and tell me what I want to hear. Not
you, my Imdiko. Plus, you’re too damned exciting to let go. I meant
it when I said I looked forward to fucking you over and over
again.”

My Imdiko.
Clajak claimed him for his clanmate. It shouldn’t
have meant so much, not after what the prince had put him through.
Yet the hurt and disappointment that had filled Egilka moments ago
was only a memory now.

Somehow he found his voice and even a
decent thought to share. “Just when I think you’re the most
irresponsible jerk ever, you pull a stunt like this.”

Clajak’s irascible grin returned.
“Irritating, aren’t I? You need me too. I’m the jolt that will pull
you out of your safe, boring existence. I’ll teach you to
live.”

He swung Egilka around. Now Egilka’s
back was to him, and the Imdiko faced the closed curtain that
masked the door leading back to the market. Clajak continued to
pull on Egilka’s primary cock, with his other hand gripping the
back of the Imdiko’s neck. “Hands and knees, my sweet man,” Clajak
growled. “You’ll get a little dirty, but sometimes fun happens that
way. Get down there.”

With one hand whipping up and down his
cock, causing mindblowing friction, and the other shoving him down
with unstoppable strength, Egilka sank to his knees. Clajak
followed him down, his avid groin rubbing against Egilka’s
ass.

“That’s a good Imdiko,” Clajak praised.
“All fours now. Lean forward and put that sweet ass in the
air.”

Egilka groaned with token resistance
before doing as he was told. The gritty dirt beneath his palms was
cool, at complete odds with the heat of his body. As soon as he
took the position, Clajak’s hand left his neck.

Egilka’s pants jerked down, baring his
uplifted ass. He jerked as Below’s cooler air caressed his
buttocks. Then Clajak’s hand enveloped his secondary cock,
pistoning up and down in tandem with the hand on his larger
member.

The prince’s warm breath sent heat
coursing from Egilka’s ear straight to his pricks. “I hope you’re
still stretched from having my secondary in your ass last night.
You get the bigger one this time, and yes, it will hurt. That’s the
price you pay for topping me yesterday and then trying to walk out
just now.”

Egilka wanted to argue. He wanted to
fight. He had every right to do the things Clajak wanted to punish
him for. Yet those tight hands gripped him, driving sanity out of
his skull with practiced ease as they pumped and pumped and pumped.
Even the feeling of growing pressure against his anus as Clajak’s
larger cock burrowed into him couldn’t stop the pure jolt of lust
that made Egilka surrender.

The Imdiko relaxed against the invader,
his ass spreading to admit the slick length of delicious heat.
Clajak speared him without mercy, burying himself in Egilka with a
groan. Egilka’s breath left him in a rush as his body protested the
searing intrusion. He writhed as Clajak held still, waiting for him
to adjust.

“Damn it,” Egilka moaned, slamming a
fist against the dirt floor. A single tear escaped his eye and
dripped off the end of his nose. “Fuck. Too fucking
big.”

“Easy,” Clajak said, his fists whipping
up and down the Imdiko’s cocks. Pleasure mixed uneasily with the
ache in Egilka’s ass. The throbbing of his stretched flesh
transmitted to his dual sexes, adding to the excitement. A sliver
of elation slid up the secondary cock, moving towards its larger
twin.

Feeling climax building already,
Egilka’s hips moved of their own accord, making him shove into
Clajak’s tight grip. The Dramok’s prick slid a little way out of
him, easing some of the agony. It rubbed his hot spot deep inside
too. Egilka sobbed as the molten line of eagerness inched further
up his smaller cock. It felt as if it might explode.

Egilka’s hips swung back, pulling him
through Clajak’s fists. The prince’s cock rammed back inside,
hurting and exciting all at once. Egilka bit his lips together
against the shriek that rose in his throat. The pain of taking
Clajak was exquisite.

Egilka’s hips whipsawed back and forth,
far from any conscious control. He could no longer tell if Clajak
still masturbated him or if he did all the work, fucking the
Dramok’s hands. He slammed himself on that big prick that
threatened to split him in two even as it sent desire rocketing
through his senses. The mixture of ecstasy and pain swirled through
him, holding him hostage to brutal need.

“That’s it,” Clajak said, his voice
coming from a million miles away. “Oh yes, my Imdiko. Yes, sweet
lover. Yes, yes.”

The fiery stream of passion had made it
to the base of Egilka’s secondary dick. It began to spill into his
larger one, filling it with rapturous demand. The Imdiko’s groin
felt heavy, as if molten steel pooled within him. Need for release
grew with every second, with every pull of Clajak’s hands, with
every thrust into his firm grasp. The prince’s thick cock abraded
the knot of bliss deep within Egilka’s passage, sending electrical
sparks to add to the growing mass of need in his gut.

Violent shudders made Egilka’s body
quake as pure pleasure shoved its way into his main cock. Eruption
was imminent, building towards explosive release. His whole being
centered on the coming detonation.

Clajak pounded against him, grunting
like an animal. The sound of his lover in the throes of lust
brought Egilka closer still to orgasm.

Taken. Fucked. Egilka’s brain swam to
know himself to be so eagerly used.

The hot ribbon of seed in his loins
unraveled, eager to be expelled. Egilka’s cries rang out, heralding
its arrival. There was no stopping it now.

The growling voice in his ear prodded
him on. “Easy, my sweet Imdiko. Come for me, Egilka. Let it
go.”

Clajak had no sooner spoken then molten
bursts of semen spurted out of Egilka’s cock. Every surge was
paradise, exalting throbs of delicious release. As he came, he felt
something inside pulse in near perfect time with his ejections.
Clajak’s moans told Egilka he too climaxed, filling the Imdiko with
cum, joining his essence with Egilka’s. Making himself a part of
Egilka.

It felt as if the Imdiko’s spasms went
on for hours. Even when Clajak could milk no more from him, tremors
raced the length of his cocks. Egilka remained on his hands and
knees, trembling like a newborn kestarsh.

Clajak’s hands slid away from his limp
but still jerking pricks. The prince rubbed up and down Egilka’s
back, soothing him with a gentle touch that shouldn’t have belonged
to the demanding man who had just fucked him so hard.

Crown Prince Clajak, son of the
Imperial Clan, was driving Egilka out of his skull for more than
one reason. Charming, but irritating. Demanding, but caring. One
moment avoiding his fate, the next chasing it down. Skipping out on
duty, only to negotiate the deal of a lifetime for his
empire.

Only one thing was for certain, Egilka
decided. He had no idea what he was supposed to do about
Clajak.

The wretched creature patted Egilka’s
buttocks with tender affection before sliding out. “There now. All
better,” he said in a bright tone.

The happy voice set Egilka’s nerves on
edge. “Sure, Clajak. Having you yank on my cocks makes everything
right.”

He sat back on his knees and slapped
his hands together to rid them of dust. When he glared over his
shoulder, he found Clajak regarding him with amused
patience.

The prince said, “Stop being a pouting
brat. That’s my game.” Before Egilka could react, Clajak leaned
forward to brush a gentle kiss on his lips. Despite being sated,
Egilka felt a shiver of pleasure chase down his spine at the buss.
Something in his belly trembled as Clajak regarded him with real
warmth.

In a soft voice, the Dramok told him,
“You win, my promised. We’ll collect our things and go home. You
said you have a transport waiting?”

Reminding himself that this was Clajak,
a man not to be trusted for an instant, Egilka kept his voice
steady, almost disinterested. “Our ride leaves this afternoon. The
next one on the way back to Kalquor will get here next week if we
miss it.”

Clajak rose to his feet, tucking his
cocks into his formsuit and adjusting his appearance. “We
won’t.”

Egilka’s brow rose. He’d believe it
when the transport took off with both of them on board.

Clajak caught the look. His expression
earnest, he insisted, “I swear to you, we are getting on that
transport within the next hour. That hurt expression you wear so
well has taken all the fun out of my holiday.”

Egilka scowled and turned away. He
didn’t like to be read so easily ... particularly not by someone as
cavalier as Clajak.

Chapter 5

Egilka was a tough man to win over,
Clajak realized. He wasn’t swayed by charm as so many others had
been. For some reason, that made the Dramok more determined than
ever to make amends. That and the fact he really did hate that he’d
hurt his intended’s feelings in so many ways.

Teasing in hope of lightening Egilka’s
mood wasn’t working. As wanting in decent attributes as Clajak knew
himself to be, the time for brute honesty had arrived. He would lay
his cards on the table and hope for the best.

Where to begin though? Looking at
Egilka kneeling on the dirt floor, his pants still puddled to his
knees and that delectable round ass bared, Clajak’s youthful libido
warmed yet again. They were sexually compatible at least. It wasn’t
much to build bridges with, but at that moment, it was the only
place the prince knew where to start.

His voice pitched low with renewing
desire, Clajak said, “Now that I’ve had a taste of what you have to
offer, I look forward to our trip home. A few days of you and me
alone is better than anything Dantovon can boast.”

Egilka scowled at him again. “We have
separate cabins on the vessel.”

Clajak’s assertive personality rose at
that. “Like hell we do. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand
up straight.”

Egilka’s eyes widened. The sulky look
on his face shifted to a moment of want before he regained control
over himself. Still, the instant of desire delighted
Clajak.

Fucking that long, gorgeous body on a
regular basis was an exciting prospect. Yet what the prince wanted
most was to widen the cracks in this aloof Imdiko’s restrained
facade. Every time Clajak got a peek at the vulnerability Egilka
carried deep inside, he found his promised clanmate all the more
tantalizing. If he could just get the man to relax, to let him
in...

The first thing Clajak needed to do was
convince Egilka he was worthy to be his clan leader. The Dramok
needed to show he was no longer a child to be steered to his
duty.

He held his hand out to Egilka,
offering to help him to his feet. “Pants up, gorgeous. First on my
to-do list once we get on board the transport is us taking a long
bath. I’ll be using my tongue instead of a washcloth on
you.”

Again, he was rewarded by the Imdiko’s
eyes widening. Egilka hesitated a moment before putting his hand in
Clajak’s, letting him pull him up.

He still complained as he yanked his
pants up and made himself presentable. “Damn it, Clajak. Why can’t
you just apologize for being an ass like a normal
person?”

Clajak pushed Egilka up against the
wall. His mouth took hold of the Imdiko’s, kissing him as his hand
found the other man’s crotch and fondled. Egilka jerked in refusal
for only a breath before softening to the Dramok’s pleasurable
assault.

Clajak allowed himself a mere moment to
enjoy the soft brush of Egilka’s mustache against his upper lip,
the yielding mouth that opened to his questing tongue, the feeling
of the Imdiko’s cocks twitching against his palm. Just long enough
to make Egilka respond to his command.

Clajak stepped back, breaking contact
with that amazing body. He gave Egilka a saucy grin, pretending he
didn’t fight the urge to take his lover again.

“I’m sorry, my promised. Now let’s go
catch that transport.”

He grabbed Egilka’s wrist and turned
away. Ignoring his companion’s muttered string of curses, Clajak
swept the concealing curtain aside. The noise of Below thundered
over them, bringing them back into the thrust of life.

No one paid them any attention as
Clajak towed Egilka out to the stream of hopping Dantovonians,
except to bounce off their bodies. As far as anyone was concerned,
they were just another pair of customers finished doing their
business on Dantovon.

Clajak’s face ached from his fierce
grin as he felt Egilka close behind him, following him back towards
the surface. He wished all his business dealings went so
well.