Clan and Crown (30 page)

The Nobek’s hands went to Egilka’s
collar. He opened the shirt, exposing chest and abdomen. Egilka
jerked as cool air caressed his skin. His hands moved, as if to
cover the flesh Bevau laid bare.

“Lay still, my prince,” the commander
murmured. “Let me look at you. Let your Dramok watch as I touch
you.”

The words sank into Egilka’s brain,
rendering him unable to budge an inch. Bevau slid the shirt down
his shoulders, pulling it free to leave Egilka naked from the waist
up.

“Oh, he’s lovely,” Bevau told Clajak.
“Lithe like a Plasian, but with muscle. How do you keep your hands
off of him?”

As if to demonstrate his own inability
to not touch, Bevau’s calloused fingertips rasped over Egilka’s
chest and stomach. Everywhere his touch went sparked fiery trails
along the Imdiko’s skin. Egilka’s breath caught. He would have
arched into Bevau’s hands had he been able to thwart the order to
stay still.

“Sensitive too,” the Nobek said. “I can
well understand why you like him beneath you, Prince Clajak. If I
hadn’t promised myself you first, I would take him now.”

Those coarse fingers plucked Egilka’s
nipples, sending shocks of excitement coursing through him. He
gasped. Clajak moaned as he watched.

“Bring him over here,” the Dramok
begged. “Let me at least feel him at my side while you play with
him. I want to touch him too.”

“You will remain separated for now. You
have been a brat of a prince on occasion. You should have to suffer
a little while by only watching.” Bevau wet his thumbs in his mouth
and set them to swirling around the stiffening discs of Egilka’s
nipples. The Imdiko panted. His cocks were hard. They grew heavier
with each passing second as bliss filled every cell.

“Can’t I touch you back?” he asked.
“You are so perfect, Bevau. I feel like I’ll die if I don’t get to
feel that amazing body.”

“Not yet. I like you just the way you
are,” the Nobek replied. “Completely under my control.”

He crouched down, his face hovering
over Egilka’s pebbled nipple. His tongue darted out to flick the
erect button. It was a bare moment of contact, but it resounded
like a thunderclap. A cry tore from Egilka’s throat.

Bevau repeated it with the other
nipple, getting an equal result. Every touch galvanized Egilka’s
senses, making him more sensitive to the next. He felt that given
time, the lightest caress might shatter him.

The Nobek trailed wet kisses down
Egilka’s midsection. When he came to the waistband of his shorts,
he rose again. “You smell like a feast, Imdiko,” Bevau growled. “So
spicy and sweet all at once. Are you wet for me, my
prince?”

“Yes,” Egilka choked out. With his
Dramok looking on as Bevau took his time undressing and teasing
him, his cocks had lubricated freely. Only the darkness of his
shorts kept the evidence from being on full display.

“Let us see.”

Lust was bringing out more of Bevau’s
animal side. He yanked Egilka’s shorts off with rough tugs. The
brusque disrobing heightened the excitement for the Imdiko. He lay
naked beneath the commander’s famished stare.

Egilka’s cocks shimmered in the dim
light, well coated with his body’s natural lubrication. Weighted
with need, they curved towards his belly. As Bevau scrutinized
them, they twitched.

The Nobek flicked a quick look at
Clajak. “You will watch me enjoy your Imdiko’s sweetness. You will
do so silently so that I can hear every groan he makes.”

The want in Clajak’s eyes magnified
Egilka’s desire a thousandfold. The Dramok licked his lips, as if
imagining himself tasting his clanmate.

Bevau grinned at Egilka as his mouth
drifted towards the swollen cocks. “You, on the other hand, can
feel free to make all the noise you like. But remember, lay
still.”

Egilka’s cries rang out with the first
slow, lingering lick up his secondary shaft. He trembled though his
body refused to writhe under the sensual assault. With every
languorous lap from the Nobek’s tongue, his body burned brighter.
Egilka swam in a sea of unrelieved ecstasy, his cocks suffused with
tormented pleasure.

He reached a point where climax hovered
only a few quick tugs away; needing just a hand or mouth to bob up
and down his larger cock’s length to realize culmination. It
emitted droplets that Bevau eagerly lapped up. But except for these
quick retrievals, the Nobek continued the slow savor of Egilka’s
lengths.

The Imdiko prince fell to pleading.
“Please Bevau, more. Please, harder. Let me come. I’m begging you,
let me come!”

“That’s right, my prince. Tell me how
much you want it.” Bevau smiled around his working tongue, his eyes
heavy-lidded with the pleasure of hearing Egilka’s entreaties.
“Tell me how desperate you are for release.”

“I am! Bevau, you’re killing
me!”

“What do you want though? Do you want a
fat cock in your ass while you get off? Do you want to be fucked
hard and strong while you erupt?”

Egilka sobbed with need, the dark and
dangerous voice every bit as exhilarating as the tongue working his
pricks. “Anything, Bevau. Anything, just as long as I can
come.”

“And weren’t you a bad Imdiko, a
naughty Imdiko, to try to put your Dramok in a situation where you
could top him? Say it. Say, ‘I’m a naughty prince’.”

“I am. I’m a naughty prince.” Egilka
would have claimed to be a Tragoom’s ass to be allowed climax at
that point.

“Clajak is a naughty prince too, but
he’s paid his penance. He deserves a reward, I think.”

“Okay.” Bevau’s words were so much
nonsense when need rode Egilka so hard. During the entire
conversation the Nobek kept licking and licking and licking,
driving the helpless Imdiko crazy.

“Good Imdiko. You stay right there
while I fetch him.”

With that, Bevau stood up. Egilka
stared up at him, scarcely believing the man was going to leave him
like this. And yet that was what the Nobek did. He walked away,
padding the few steps it took to reach Clajak.

A low wail burst from Egilka’s lungs.
His cocks throbbed with brutal longing, still feeling the memory of
Bevau’s roughened tongue traveling their lengths.

Bevau chuckled as he bent down and
caught one of Clajak’s wrists in his hand. “Your clanmate is not
happy with me,” he told the still-silenced Dramok.

Bevau pulled Clajak up, lifting him so
he draped over his shoulder. He walked back to the suffering
Egilka. He made Clajak slide down his body, ending so that the
prince and he were eye to eye.

“Now we have the real fun,” Bevau
whispered to him. “When was the last time your gorgeous ass
accepted a cock? You may speak only to answer me.”

“This morning,” Clajak said, his voice
strained.

“Really? But you were in
charge?”

“I rode Egilka. Yes, I was on
top.”

“Such a good, giving Dramok. Maybe you
aren’t such a brat after all.” Bevau kissed him soundly on the lips
in approval. “So you should still be good and stretched. Ready for
me. I hope your Imdiko is as ready for you.”

With that, he settled Clajak on top of
Egilka, so that they were face to face. The Imdiko felt the slick
wetness of his Dramok’s cocks against his belly, throbbing and
shifting like they possessed minds of their own. The familiar
weight was both a comfort and a torment to Egilka. His twin shafts
were as demanding as his clanmate’s, delighting in the warmth of
their pressed-together bodies but wanting friction.

Bevau stepped back to look at them.
“Such a beautiful sight, the two of you together. Prince Clajak,
you will enter your Imdiko with your primary cock. Let me see
Prince Egilka’s lovely ass accepting you.”

Renewed desire lit Clajak’s gaze as he
looked at Egilka. For a moment, the Imdiko’s heart stuttered in his
chest. What had he done to earn that look of purest want after five
years? How was it Clajak could still stare at him the same way as
the first time they came together?

Egilka’s eyes prickled as he
acknowledged that time had cooled neither ardor nor love between he
and his Dramok.

Clajak was unable to talk due to
Bevau’s demands ruling his intoxicated brain. He smiled at Egilka
however, communicating that yes, it was true his heart and soul
remained in the possession of the Imdiko.

He grasped Egilka’s legs, anchoring
them around his hips. Clajak grabbed his cock, moving his groin
close. The tip touched Egilka’s anus, settled there. Clajak thrust
and his shaft entered the other man.

Egilka moaned to be taken. That
morning’s play had left his ass yielding easily to his lover.
Clajak slid inside with one smooth motion. The Dramok’s thick cock
unerringly found his clanmate’s hotspot, and Egilka cried out as
the electric sensation lit his insides. He called Clajak’s name
when the shaft slid back and forth, the friction kindling greater
desire than before. His cocks, trapped between their bodies,
swelled tighter than ever. Pre-cum spurted as Clajak’s rhythmic
motion rubbed them up and down.

“Stop right there, Prince Clajak,” came
Bevau’s growly voice.

Clajak froze. He turned his head and
Egilka rolled his eyes to look at their exquisite
captor.

Bevau had stripped his tight shorts
off. He stood over them naked, his hands moving slowly up and down
the lengths of his twin shafts. Like the rest of him, the Nobek’s
cocks were perfectly shaped. Even their length and girth were
ideal, Egilka thought in amazement. Wasn’t there anything on the
man’s body that had a flaw? It was impossible anyone should be so
faultless.

“By the ancestors,” Bevau said, his
rumble of a voice losing strength for a moment. “Could you two be
more wonderful? I’ve had the pleasure of seeing a great many men
fuck, but the way you two look at each other ... it’s amazing. I
had planned to join in, but I don’t know that I belong. It feels
wrong.”

Egilka was dizzy with the idea of
feeling the weight of both his Dramok and this most perfect of men
on top of him. With Clajak’s avid gaze drinking in the Nobek, he
felt compelled to answer for both of them.

“Join us,” the Imdiko invited. “You are
more than welcome, Bevau.”

The commander’s face worked with
eagerness. With a groan, he knelt and crawled behind
Clajak.

* * * *

Clajak shivered in anticipation as he
felt Bevau move behind and over him. Usually he had to warm up to
being topped. This time he was desperate for it.

Watching Bevau tantalize Egilka had
made him crazy for both men. Seeing his Imdiko tremble under the
commander’s power and hearing him beg for release had been a
powerful aphrodisiac to Clajak. He’d fought Egilka’s venom with all
his ability, desperate to kiss and touch the men in turn as one
tormented and the other suffered. Failure to override the
intoxicant had come close to making the Dramok weep. To be so close
to nirvana and not able to realize it...

Knowing he was about to have them both
at once was almost enough to make Clajak come then and there. He
was unable to breathe as Bevau moved into position to take
him.

As the moment drew out, Clajak looked
down at Egilka. How lovely his Imdiko was, staring up at him with
all the want in the universe. The stark edges of his jaw and
cheekbones had softened as desire rode Egilka, making him as
compelling as Bevau. Clajak could feel their hearts beating in
time, almost as if they shared the same space in his chest. His
clanmate’s warmth was a match to Clajak’s. Egilka’s trapped cocks
pulsed with primal yearning. His channel clutched the Dramok’s
cock, tensing sometimes as if to draw him deeper.

Then the second solid body’s weight was
on him, sandwiching Clajak between the two men he craved above all
others. He shivered as Bevau kissed the nape of his neck. “Open to
me, my handsome prince,” the Nobek whispered in his ear.

Clajak relaxed against the questing
touch he felt center on his entrance. The tip of the Nobek’s cock
burrowed in, spreading him a little at a time, accustoming him to
its widening girth. Still stretched from indulging Egilka that
morning, Clajak found it easy to accept the intruder.

“You are ready for me,” Bevau breathed.
“Then I will have you with all the passion filling me.”

He drove in, sheathing the rest of
himself with one tremendous thrust. When his groin met with
Clajak’s ass cheeks, the Nobek kept pushing, shoving Clajak deep
into Egilka. The Imdiko’s eyes went wide and he screamed,
“Yes!”

Bevau pulled back and heaved forward
again. The Nobek’s powerful momentum drove Clajak, plunging him in
and pulling him almost all the way out of his clanmate. Bevau’s
grunts and Egilka’s yells filled his ears.

Clajak was gripped in a maelstrom of
sensation, more intense than the storm that had driven them into
the shelter. Bevau pounded into him, rutting like an animal. His
length dragged hard against the Dramok’s cumspot, roiling his
insides. The fervor of lust filled Clajak’s cocks. The secondary
shaft rubbed between Egilka’s clenching buttocks.