Clan and Crown (18 page)

Egilka didn’t think he was half so
lovely as the young, lissome men Meclio had based much of his work
on. However, Clajak’s gaze was pure desire as he looked him over.
Apparently the prince saw something he liked.

The Dramok traced fingertips over
Egilka’s collarbone. A smile stretched his face as the Imdiko
gasped and chill bumps raced over his skin. That such an
innocent-seeming touch could make him react told Egilka how keyed
up he was.

“So sensitive,” Clajak murmured, his
fingers splaying wide as he trailed them down the center of
Egilka’s chest. They continued down his stomach, where they paused
to outline the ridges of abdominal muscles. The Imdiko’s belly
clenched. Every sensation amplified, transmitting Clajak’s touch
straight to his groin. Egilka could feel his heartbeat pounding in
his dicks.

“What about here?” the prince mused as
his hands swept back up Egilka’s torso. He cupped the Imdiko’s
pectoral muscles much like he might a woman’s breasts. His thumbs
brushed over Egilka’s rigid nipples.

A shock of shivery pleasure tumbled
from Clajak’s touch, arrowing from Egilka’s nipples to his cocks.
He jerked with a cry as a thunderclap of desire
resounded.

“Lovely,” Clajak breathed. His thumbs
wound about the dark circles, making Egilka writhe beneath him as
sizzling excitement filled his body. The Imdiko’s fists clenched,
expressing the growing tension he felt.

“Easy,” Clajak warned as he bent down.
“Stay where I’ve put you, Imdiko.” Egilka moaned to see that warm
mouth zeroing in on one of his nipples. “Remember, you belong to
me. You have surrendered yourself to my pleasures.”

Egilka could feel the Dramok’s hot
breath on his chest. His stiff nipple tightened harder in
anticipation.

“Lie still.” Clajak’s tongue peeked
out, readying to lick. “Lie perfectly still.”

The rough velvet flesh of Clajak’s
tongue lapped slow and lingering over the pebbled nub. Heat
exploded through Egilka’s chest at the contact, making him yell.
Splintered stabs of ecstasy pierced his flesh and raced down to his
groin.

“You taste so good,” Clajak groaned and
licked him again. He did so a few more times, lapping with
heavy-lidded contentment while Egilka squirmed beneath him, his
body awash in pleasure. Then Clajak kissed his way across the
Imdiko’s chest to lave the other nipple.

Egilka groaned with loss when Clajak’s
mouth released him and the Dramok sat up once again. His back
arched, as if to offer his tingling nipples to Clajak once more.
The prince chuckled.

“You liked that? I wish I had clamps to
put on you. Chasing pleasure with a little pain has always excited
my playmates.”

Egilka bit his lower lip. He’d never
had his nipples clamped; it was one of those things he’d thought
wouldn’t do much for him. In Clajak’s capable hands he could well
imagine the thrill such an activity might offer.

Clajak tugged the sleeves off Egilka’s
arms, baring him from the waist up. Then he fell to musing over the
monstrous bulge straining the Imdiko’s pants.

“My poor Imdiko, doesn’t that hurt? You
look uncomfortably stuffed there. Here, let me grant you a little
relief.”

Clajak pulled the crotch seam of
Egilka’s trousers open. The glistening dicks burst out and waved in
the air, as if to thank the Dramok for granting them
freedom.

“I believe these are happy to be
loose,” Clajak laughed. “My cocks would love to join
them.”

“I’d like that too,” Egilka
sighed.

“Later. Right now, I’m more interested
in seeing everything.”

Clajak rose up on his knees. He crept
backward, pulling Egilka’s pants down as he went. He sighed over
what he uncovered until he reached the Imdiko’s swollen
feet.

“By the ancestors,” he sympathized.
“I’ll have to empty out the food container and fill it with water
so these can have a nice soak.”

“I’d forgotten that they hurt with the
distraction you’ve been giving me,” Egilka said. His mind was
occupied with the eager state of his cocks. The dull throb of his
feet was but a dim reminder of the trials he’d suffered.

“I’ll keep diverting your attention
then.” Clajak moved up again, running his hands over the length of
Egilka’s thighs. “Long and lean. Just the way I like
them.”

He neared Egilka’s cocks, and they
jerked as if to draw his attention. Typically, they were a couple
shades darker than the rest of the Imdiko’s brown skin. A livid
purple had bloomed along the lengths now, the blood flow having
increased substantially. Egilka could feel every throb of his
accelerated pulse thudding through them.

Clajak lay down so that his body
covered Egilka’s legs. The Imdiko’s pricks waved before his smiling
face, and he contemplated them with meditative interest. “Meclio’s
men were never so long and well shaped,” he mused.

Egilka had to bite his lip to keep from
begging Clajak to touch him. To have those amazing lips close to
his flesh, a mouth that knew so well how to delight, feeling the
warmth of the Dramok’s breath wafting over his aching
penises...

A groan escaped his throat. Clajak gave
him a lazy smile.

“My sentiments exactly. It’s almost too
much pleasure to handle, isn’t it? After years of hoping for this
moment, you’d think I’d be well over the anticipation. Yet here I
am, looking at your gorgeous cocks and holding off on the wonderful
moment of touching and tasting them. Ah, but here is a prize for my
patience. What a sweet gift to offer me, Imdiko.”

As Clajak had talked, drawing out the
much-awaited moment before he would grant Egilka his caress, a bead
of pre-cum formed on the tip of the Imdiko’s primary cock. It
glistened there, pearly white, a promise of the lake of need that
lay within him.

Clajak reached forward, his index
finger extended. He traced a slow, torturous path up the sensitive
vein that drummed thick and full on the underside of Egilka’s
larger prick. Up, up, the light touch barely there but profound as
it traveled from the base of the shaft, drawing closer to the
tapered tip where the drop of pleasure grew fatter. When it needed
only an inch before it found the waiting pearlescent tear, Clajak’s
finger curled, wrapping around the curve of Egilka’s cock, circling
it and drawing it down towards the Dramok’s mouth.

Clajak’s eyes locked with Egilka’s.
There was movement between his parted lips. His tongue emerged, wet
and seeking. It went to the tip of Egilka’s cock, as if drawn to
the trembling drop now threatening to drip free. Then ...
contact.

A melting sensation traveled from where
Clajak’s tongue touched the end of Egilka’s prick. It flowed down
the length of him, spreading warmth deep into his groin. Lightning
flashed in his secondary dick, zapping an electric path from its
closed tip straight up the Imdiko’s spine, setting his hair on end.
His back bowed from the shock.

Clajak’s face seemed to be at the end
of a long tunnel as the jolt affected Egilka’s vision. He saw the
Dramok lift the drop of pre-cum delicately from its perch with the
tip of his tongue. Clajak drew the moisture into his mouth, his jaw
moving as he rolled Egilka’s flavor around, getting the full taste
of him.

“Imdiko,” he sighed after swallowing.
“Just when I think things can’t get any better, you prove me
wrong.”

Egilka lay there gasping. That light
touch had nearly blown his senses apart. He wasn’t sure he could
handle more than what Clajak had given him.

He wasn’t going to get the choice. His
finger still crooked around Egilka’s cock, the prince applied light
pressure, pulling it into position.

Clajak’s tongue flicked out. It swirled
all around the tip of Egilka’s primary cock, rasping against the
smooth flesh of his sex. Once again electrical impulses flashed,
this time filling both pricks and drawing a yell from Egilka. A
surge of molten heat bubbled an enthusiastic path up his secondary
prick, burning a trail through its length. It stopped about midway
up, on the verge of a full boil.

On the verge, but not quite there.
Egilka needed more. He needed Clajak’s mouth on him, all the way on
him. Yet the Dramok continued that teasing swirl, licking all
around the tip and claiming the drops that wept from it.

Egilka’s hands rose from the floor
where they had been fisted on either side of his head. His fingers
splayed wide, and his arms began to straighten. He reached for
Clajak’s head.

The Dramok saw what he was doing and
snatched his tongue away. In a low, threatening tone he demanded,
“You will put those hands back where I told you to keep
them.”

Halfway up, Egilka’s hands froze in the
air. They wavered there, uncertain.

“Now, Imdiko. Or I bite you and you get
the spanking you deserve rather than the spanking you
want.”

Egilka’s arms sank down. His hands
closed into fists again and they bumped to the floor surface. He
moaned a protest. Clajak ignored him and went back to his unhurried
licking.

The feeling of roiling liquid trapped
within the Imdiko’s secondary cock resumed, along with the exciting
but tormenting tingling in his main prick. Egilka voiced more and
more whimpers as Clajak lapped circles around his cock tip. The
gentle scrape of his rough tongue coaxed out beads of pleasure from
Egilka’s aching loins. These small emissions did nothing to ease
the growing pressure. They seemed to underscore how badly he needed
to erupt.

“Please, Clajak,” Egilka
begged.

“Mmm,” the Dramok moaned, pressing his
lips against Egilka’s staff as he did so. The vibration made the
weight in Egilka’s cock double.

His voice pitched a few octaves higher
than normal, Egilka tried again. “Please, Clajak. Please, my
prince.”

“But you taste so good.” Clajak sighed
as if being put upon. “What can you offer in exchange for me giving
up this delicious cock?”

Egilka’s brain swam as he tried to
think beyond the desire that filled it. “What do you
wish?”

“Something you’re afraid to give but
want to.” Clajak’s eyes flashed with amused demand. “I want you to
offer it to me, of your own free will.”

Egilka knew what he was after. Hadn’t
they discussed it only minutes ago? Yet he remembered how much the
two smacks the Dramok had dealt him in Below had hurt. He hadn’t
been turned on by that.

Yet when Clajak had talked about it a
little earlier, it had sounded so ... enticing.
Thrilling.

His cocks plumped more as he thought
about it. Egilka swallowed hard.

“Fine,” Clajak said, shrugging. “I’m
perfectly happy licking you for the next hour. Maybe
two.”

Egilka’s demanding pricks dissolved his
objections to discipline. Having his ass worn out by Clajak’s
brutal palm couldn’t be worse than being made to endure endless
teasing without hope of release. He’d gotten through being beaten
by a Tragoom. He’d survive a spanking.

“Will you spank me, Dramok?” Egilka’s
voice came out small and shamed.

The dangerous look that he found so
exciting filled Clajak’s face once more. “Is that what you want,
Egilka? Would you like me to spank your bare ass?”

Egilka couldn’t look him in the eye.
His voice was even weaker than before as he said, “Yes.”

“Tell me.”

The Imdiko felt his face flush with
humiliation. His first instinct was to yell at Clajak, to tell him
to go fuck himself with his stupid sex games. The nerve of the
youngling prince, expecting Egilka to debase himself by begging for
discipline! If anyone acted like a spoiled brat in need of a
spanking, it was Clajak. Egilka was the elder one here, the always
responsible one. Why should he offer himself up for the Dramok’s
amusement?

Instead, he said, “I’d like you to
spank me, my prince. I’d like you to spank my bare ass.”

“Very well, Egilka.”

Clajak rose and got off Egilka’s legs.
He sat cross-legged on the floor, his back against the wall. “Come
here and lay yourself over my lap. Offer yourself for my
discipline.”

Egilka rolled to his side. Still unable
to look Clajak in the face, he crawled over to the waiting prince.
His cocks bobbed enthusiastically as he crept forward, the primary
bumping up against his belly. He didn’t think he’d ever been so
embarrassed in his life. He’d also never been so
excited.

He crawled across Clajak’s legs.
Looking at the formsuit clinging so lovingly to the prince’s
curves, Egilka was reminded of his own nakedness. As he laid across
Clajak’s thighs, Egilka found himself feeling very much like a
naughty little boy about to be punished for some childish
transgression.

Clajak’s sigh was that of a man who had
gotten everything he’d ever wished for. “Such a lovely ass. It
desperately needs my marks upon it though. What a shame that once
you are wearing them I can’t parade you before all Kalquor to show
who you belong to.”

Egilka felt a bizarre stab
of pride that Clajak would want to show him off as his in such a
way.
Lust is really fucking with my
head
, he thought uncomfortably. He hoped
the spanking would hurt enough to cure him of ever wanting such
treatment again.