Clan and Crown (19 page)

“Slide a little more towards my knees,
Egilka. There you go. Now I can reach this.”

Egilka gasped to feel Clajak’s hand
wrap around his primary cock. The prince pumped twice, and
superheated ecstasy slid all the way up Egilka’s secondary shaft.
He trembled, his body tense for the explosion.

“Someone’s excited to be here,” Clajak
chuckled.

His other hand kneaded Egilka’s ass.
Expecting a harsh blow instead of the comforting massage, Egilka
yelped. His face burned with renewed humiliation as Clajak laughed
harder.

“Egilka, Egilka. Relax, sweetling. I
only plan to turn you a becoming shade of red, not pound you to a
pulp. Here, let me distract you.”

Clajak pumped his cock again. A
momentary but acute surge of pleasure bolted from Egilka’s smaller
prick into the larger. Pre-cum spat from his swollen member. He
groaned.

An explosive crack, much like thunder,
barely went noticed. Then heat blazed from one ass cheek, shocking
Egilka out of his amorous daze.

“I haven’t determined how many will
turn you the color I desire,” Clajak said in a conversational tone.
“So I’ll quit when I’m satisfied. Lie still, my naughty
Imdiko.”

Another smack lit the opposite buttock.
Egilka gasped from the wallop of pain. He came within a
hairsbreadth of launching himself off of Clajak’s lap ... and might
have, had the burn from the blow not sunk in deep and trickled into
his inflamed cocks.

That
felt good.

He barely had time to register the
delicious fire seeping into his sex when Clajak gave him another
sound spank. This one landed on the fleshiest part of his ass, the
meaty part just where it curved up from his thigh. Egilka grunted
against the pain and waited breathlessly to see if it would also
turn to something more delightful.

It did. Tendrils of sheer bliss wafted
from the crackling agony of his ass, finding their way to his
cocks. More juices sputtered from his sex, though Clajak’s firm
grip stayed still.

Without his conscious control, Egilka’s
ass lifted up. Clajak’s laughter filled his ears.

“My sweet, wonderful Imdiko. Yes, I
will give you more.”

The blows came swiftly then, peppering
Egilka’s rump with agony and sending rapture funneling into his
groin. The Imdiko’s eyes dripped tears and his cock dripped
elation. Pain and delight swirled together, blending in a
harmonious whole that sent Egilka’s mind adrift from all his fears
and complaints. He floated in a sea of delicious torment, one he
felt he could ride forever.

Only the growing need in his cocks kept
Egilka from pure euphoria. Even with his cock spitting
continuously, the pressure continued to build. He needed to
come.

His hips rose and fell over Clajak’s
lap, making his ass greet the descending hand and then shoving his
dick in the tight noose of Clajak’s other hand. Liquid pleasure
slid from his secondary cock, seeping sweetly into its larger twin.
It gathered at the base there, readying itself for that final push,
that mad dash for freedom.

Then Clajak’s hands were gone. Gone
from his cock, gone from his ass. Gone.

Egilka wailed at the loss. He’d been so
close. Something in his gut cramped, protesting the denial of
release. He writhed on Clajak’s legs, sobbing with the greatness of
his need.

“Imdiko.”

The single word was quietly spoken. Yet
the undercurrent of dominion was impossible to deny. Egilka twisted
his head so he could look at Clajak’s face.

The Dramok regarded him with an
impassive expression. Authority had settled over Clajak’s demeanor,
the true face of a clan leader. Of a future emperor. In that
instant, Egilka saw the man Clajak would become with just a few
years of seasoning, with the acceptance of his responsibilities.
The man he would give his very existence to rule next
to.

“My prince?” Egilka’s voice was ragged
with awe and continued desire.

“Your ass is disciplined to my
satisfaction. My hand has warmed it, and my cock desires
it.”

He didn’t need to tell Egilka what he
required. The Imdiko didn’t even think about what he needed to
do.

He rolled off of Clajak’s legs.
Crouching on elbows and knees before the Dramok, Egilka spread his
legs wide and lifted his ass in the air. It felt natural to
surrender himself to his clanmate. Not just natural. It felt good.
Right.

Egilka sighed with relief when he felt
Clajak’s thighs between his. The sound of the formsuit’s crotch
seam whispering open was a delight to his ears. Then the slick, hot
tip of a ready cock kissed his anus, ready to be
sheathed.

Clajak’s hand gripped the base of
Egilka’s main prick. “You may serve me, my Imdiko,” he
said.

Egilka pushed back, feeling Clajak’s
thick girth spread him open. In the aftermath of the spanking, the
burning ache of accepting the prince’s large cock in his ass was
more thrill than torment. Egilka took him in, joining their bodies
together. Making them one.

He felt something slide alongside his
secondary shaft. Clajak’s smaller cock rubbed against his,
delivering sensuous friction. Egilka bent his head, looking down
the length of his torso to watch their bodies move together. He saw
how Clajak’s fist gripped his larger cock, slipping down its
glistening length towards the tip as Egilka took him deeper
inside.

His ass met the prince’s groin. The
ache of the spanked flesh was agreeable to Egilka as Clajak moved
just enough to wedge himself more tightly within. The Dramok
groaned his satisfaction.

“Fuck me now, Egilka. Fuck me, my
Imdiko, my love.”

Egilka rocked his hips forward.
Clajak’s cock rubbed his hotspot within as it moved out. Egilka’s
cock shoved into his lover’s grip. The sensations sent rapture
closer to realization. Elation closed in on the Imdiko, ready to
take him at long last.

Egilka thrust backward, once more
taking Clajak to the hilt. The prince cried out, and his hand
tightened on Egilka’s cock. At the same time, waves of elation
rippled throughout the Imdiko’s body. Yes. Yes.

“Yes!”

Egilka’s rhythm was fast, insistent.
His ass pounded hard against Clajak’s groin, the pain of the
spanked flesh adding to the maelstrom of fevered pleasure. He
chased the release he needed, the moment when the floodgates would
open and deliver him from the heavy knot of delayed exultation that
weighed his loins. His hips swung, they thrust, they pistoned. He
fucked and he fucked and he fucked.

All at once, the roiling tide surged.
White-hot force shot through his primary cock. Toe-curling,
mind-shattering elation tore through his gut, fighting to empty
from him in one mighty rush. Egilka erupted, his seed jetting free
to splash against the floor, his chest, his chin. Then awareness of
everything ceased, save for the pulses of blinding
bliss.

Little by little the waves of release
lessened, bringing Egilka back to his surroundings. Clajak had
collapsed on his back, his chest heaving for breath, groans
punctuating every exhalation. He’d realized his own pleasure while
Egilka’s consciousness had taken a leave of absence.

Egilka was too spent to move. With
release, exhaustion again crowded him. He felt boneless. Wasted.
Yet somehow, deep inside his soul, restored.

Clajak shifted on top of him. Lifted
his weight. “Are you all right?” The Dramok’s voice was heavy with
satisfaction.

“Give me a week to sleep. I’ll
recover.”

Clajak’s soft chuckle tickled Egilka’s
ears. Egilka heard the prince rise to his feet and pad out of the
room. The sound of the shower running in the next room was as
soothing as rain drumming outside at bedtime. Egilka kept his eyes
closed, drifting.

The shower turned off after only a few
moments. Clajak’s soft footsteps approached. A hand tugged on
Egilka’s arm, coaxing his lax body to roll over onto his back. Warm
wetness rubbed over his chest and face. Clajak was cleaning him
off.

Egilka cracked his eyelids open to see
the Dramok smiling down on him. “Not sleeping yet? Do you need
another drink?”

“That will put me out for sure,” the
Imdiko mumbled.

“Good. You should rest.”

Clajak helped Egilka sit up and handed
him a bottle of leshella. The prince cleaned the evidence of their
pleasure from the floor as Egilka sipped. The Imdiko snickered.
Clajak shot him a quizzical look.

“The Crown Prince of Kalquor scrubbing
floors. Making sure his lover is taken care of. The mind
boggles.”

Clajak shook his head and stood, having
finished. He took the cloth he’d used back into the bathing
facility and returned without it. He stood over Egilka, studying
his companion.

He asked, “Am I so awful? And are you
going to fight me clanning you?”

Egilka was startled to hear a real note
of concern in Clajak’s voice. He stared up at the
prince.

There had been moments on Dantovon
where the Imdiko had despised his betrothed. Even when he wasn’t
hating Clajak, he often wondered if he could survive being around
the man. The prince was trouble on two legs.

Yet Egilka remembered his mother once
telling him that it took emotional investment to detest another,
even if the feeling was temporary. Searching Clajak’s worried face,
Egilka felt something in his chest tug. He was emotionally invested
all right. Clajak drove him crazy in both good and bad
ways.

I cared about him as part
of my duty before. I care about him as something more now. I have
to admit as much as trouble as he’s gotten me into, he keeps
getting me out of it.

He gave Clajak a tired but sincere
smile. “No, I won’t fight against clanning with you. I should, if
only for my health.”

Clajak’s face suffused with relief. He
grinned, as charming a devil as had ever existed. “Don’t worry, my
Imdiko. I’ll find you a big, strong, mean Nobek to keep you safe.
One so brutal and animalistic he can’t string two words together.
He’ll be the Tragoom of Nobeks.”

Egilka had to laugh at that. “No
thanks. I want one who will be sympathetic to my lot in life as
your Imdiko, who will join me in rolling our eyes at your latest
escapade.”

Clajak sat down next to him. “You are
so disrespectful to your Dramok.”

He took the empty leshella bottle from
Egilka, setting it in the nearby container. Then he rolled the
Imdiko so that he lay on his side, gave him a couple of light, pert
smacks on the ass, and spooned behind him. Egilka sighed and
snuggled back against the younger man. His eyes closed again,
fatigue pushing him towards sleep.

He felt one of the rugs being drawn
over him. Clajak’s voice whispered in his ear. “Get some sleep, my
poor clanmate-to-be. You’ll need it.”

Egilka yawned. “Need it for what? All
we’re going to do is stay hidden in this room, right?”

“Do you honestly think I’m not going to
fuck this gorgeous ass as much as humanly possible? By the time we
get off this ship, I want you so worn out you can’t
walk.”

“Promises, promises,” Egilka mumbled.
He felt himself slipping away, his cares quieting in the warm body
behind him, in the strong arms holding him.

Chapter 9

“All right, Kalquorians, wake up and
get on your feet.”

Clajak blinked awake at the rough buzz
of a heavy voice. He looked up at the creature above him. An Adraf
stood there, looking down on him and Egilka, its black and white
furred head weaving slightly from side to side at the end of its
long, graceful neck. Arms and three-fingered hands so small they
seemed vestigial held long shock wands pointed right at Clajak’s
chest. At full power, a two-second burst from a wand could stop a
Kalquorian’s heart.

Egilka gasped as he woke, sitting
straight up. He froze to see a shock wand swing in his direction.
The rug covering them slithered down, revealing the Imdiko’s
nudity. Egilka jerked the rug back up and stared at the four Adrafs
surrounding them.

Clajak stretched lazily, yawned, and
smiled at their captors. Besides the one who had spoken, there was
a dappled gray Adraf, one that was a rich chestnut color, and one
of such dazzling white she nearly blinded the eye. The Dramok
looked her over with appreciation, imagining her soft fur lining a
winter coat. He’d have to ask if she’d shave her yard-long neck for
just that purpose.

He returned his attention to the Adraf
who’d spoken, the one apparently in charge of this group. “Hello. I
guess we’re caught.”

The black-and-white’s long muzzle
wrinkled back over its square teeth in an approximation of a smile
– or a sneer. It gave Egilka a nudge with one of its three stumpy,
cloven hooves. “Get your clothes on and let’s go. The captain wants
to see you right now.”

Looking terrified as he clutched the
rug with a white-knuckled grip, Egilka whimpered, “Fuck. I knew
this was a bad idea. Fuck!”

Clajak sighed and stood up. He was
still clad in his formsuit, though the crotch seam was wide open.
He picked Egilka’s clothes up off the floor and handed them over.
Then he adjusted himself, putting his own garb to rights. His
nudity didn’t bother him. It wasn’t the first time he’d been caught
with his cocks hanging out.