Clan and Crown (35 page)

Egilka’s breath stopped, trapped in his
chest as Bevau prepared to mount him.

* * * *

The counseling he’d given his recruits
about handling Imdikos with care throbbed in Bevau’s head. He was
doing his damnedest to heed that instruction. It was all he could
do to not plow into the waiting pucker of the prince’s
asshole.

Bevau wasn’t just sexually excited.
Desire, even at the maddening level it had reached, could be
handled. It was unexpected anger that threatened to sweep his
self-control away. He had an urge to claim Egilka with force, to
demand that the Imdiko accept him as the only Nobek he would
fuck.

It made no sense to feel this way.
Bevau had thought he’d enjoy seeing the men paw all over the
prince. The Nobek loved to see others fuck in preparation for
shoving his own dick into something warm and yielding. Yet seeing
Egilka excited, almost ready to come for men other than himself,
had made him jealous. Bevau wanted the reserved but sexy prince all
to himself, to see that enticing face soften for him
alone.

Staring down at the trembling man
awaiting his pleasure, Bevau called out, “Door, lock. And Mother of
All help anyone who dares to interrupt while I fuck your gorgeous
ass.”

The door buzzed obediently, signaling
it had locked. Bevau tugged on his cocks, letting their moisture
coat his fingers. “Just you and me now, Imdiko. I do hope this is
what brought you here.”

Egilka watched Bevau rub himself, his
dilated eyes wide in his eager face. “I had some unexpected time
off and – oh!”

Bevau stuffed a finger all the way up
in Egilka’s ass. He found the small bump within and massaged it
with practiced pressure. The prince’s eyes rolled back and his
mouth opened wide in reaction. His body shuddered and arched under
the exciting assault to his cumspot.

Satisfaction filled Bevau to see the
Imdiko’s response. “That’s it. I like the way you tremble when I
touch you.”

He bent down and took Egilka’s primary
cock in his mouth, gripping the base in his tight fist. The prince
jerked. He shouted fit to delight Bevau’s ears. He enjoyed making
this quiet man yell. And wasn’t he delicious as well, filling
Bevau’s mouth with tangy masculine sweetness. The Nobek sucked and
swallowed, making Egilka drum his heels against his
back.

The Imdiko twisted beneath him,
overcome by arousal. His hands fisted in Bevau’s hair, one moment
trying to pull him closer, the next trying to shove him away. The
soldier made Egilka take pleasure at his pace, however. He twined
his tongue around Egilka’s cock as he had him, his finger rubbing
that magic spot that had the Imdiko crying out his name.

Bevau’s cocks had been erect for some
time now. They burned with excitement, eager to claim what they
insisted belonged to them. Especially since he had discovered
Egilka liked his sex a little rough. Bevau would happily give his
prince exactly what he wanted.

He shoved a second finger deep into
Egilka. He was rewarded with extra salty-spicy-sweetness as pre-cum
escaped the Imdiko’s straining cock. Bevau swallowed the offering
and released Egilka’s shaft, sucking hard all the way.

When the prince’s cock sprang free of
his mouth accompanied by Egilka’s cry, Bevau gave him an evil
smile. “That’s right. You want me shoved up tight into that cute
little ass of yours, don’t you?”

He didn’t bother waiting for an answer.
Speaking between licks, sucks, and kisses, he continued to harangue
the Imdiko. “You want me to pound you hard with my cock. You want
me to fuck you like an animal until you can’t walk
straight.”

Egilka’s only response was to leak more
pre-cum and make choked sounds. His legs stuck straight up in the
air, kicking when Bevau made him take a third finger.

“You like it wild, don’t you, Egilka?
The trainees touching you so nicely was sweet, but what you want is
a man that takes you hard. A Nobek that takes you like he means
it.”

Bevau gave his ass a few hard pumps.
The muscle around the entrance had loosened, but the Nobek thought
it would still hurt Egilka a little when he crammed him full of
cock. Bevau thought that was what the Imdiko would like.

He slid his fingers out of that hot
sleeve, knowing how good it was going to feel around his shaft. He
straightened, looming over his gasping lover. Bevau grabbed his
primary cock, feeling how the vein beneath throbbed with his
thundering pulse. He positioned himself for the first
thrust.

“Here it is, Imdiko. I’m going to give
you want you want.”

With that, Bevau pressed hard to make
Egilka take him, spreading his asshole wide. The Imdiko arched
against the desk with a howl. His fingernails raked across Bevau’s
chest, and the Nobek wished he had thought to pull his formsuit top
open. Scratches would have felt wonderful.

Not nearly as wonderful as the
constricting pressure of Egilka’s entrance, however. He was still
tight, making Bevau grind hard to gain admittance. The Nobek
shoved, his hands gripping the Imdiko’s hips and yanking him
towards him, impaling him. It was rough loving. Bevau would have
torn the dicks off his recruits had they been allowed to fuck the
prince and done it this way.

Yet Egilka did not cry out for him to
stop. As Bevau fought to embed himself, pre-cum spurted in a
momentary fountain from Egilka’s main cock. Perfect. The high
commander had his prince where he needed to be.

His voice more growl than speech, Bevau
told him, “That’s right. Take my hungry prick with that tight ass
of yours. Take it, Imdiko. Take it all.”

Need rode the Nobek hard, making it
difficult to think about anything but fucking until the insane
pressure in his loins was relieved. He did not give himself fully
to the urge, however. Instead he watched Egilka, gauging when he
needed to pause or even back off a little. He wanted Egilka to feel
the strain, the slightest bit of an ache just before it became
outright pain. Bevau was not about to cause real hurt. Not to this
man.

Fortunately for the growing demand
filling Bevau’s cock, Egilka was no prude. It didn’t take much
coaxing to convince his body to accommodate the Nobek. Bevau wasn’t
surprised. Egilka’s Dramok was Prince Clajak, a man with a hell of
a reputation when it came to sex. The Imdiko probably fell asleep
each night with his clanmate’s cock wedged in his ass.

Remembering how Clajak had looked
fucking Egilka while Bevau fucked the Dramok made ecstasy shiver
through his cocks. It had been exciting to ride both men that day,
making himself master over their pleasure. It might have been the
best sex of his life.

His groin met Egilka’s ass. Bevau
paused for a moment, relishing the feeling of having his cock fully
enclosed. The Imdiko shook beneath him, his eyes glazed over in
desire. His ass clenched from time to time, massaging Bevau’s shaft
with excruciating pleasure. Sensation rolled through the Nobek’s
length, making him groan. He wasn’t going to last long, he thought.
How embarrassing to lose it fast like some youngling having his
first taste of sex.

Hoping to forestall such an event,
Bevau pushed and pulled Egilka’s body rather than thrusting. He
made the Imdiko slide back and forth on his polished desk, moving
him so that his ass partially released his staff and then swallowed
it again. Yes, this was good. It forced Bevau to fuck slowly as
well as show off his strength to his lover. The Nobek side of him
relished the opportunity to demonstrate his power even if lust
clamored at being denied quick satisfaction.

Bevau dove into the display of might,
enjoying his mastery. “Feel that cock fucking you. Feel every
single inch of it. Feel it.”

* * * *

Egilka felt it all right, and it felt
wonderful. He didn’t think he could get enough. Even as Bevau
fucked him, the Imdiko already craved the thrill of being under
this man a next time. He felt owned and cared for all at once ...
much the same way Clajak made him feel.

He leaned up, reaching for Bevau,
intending to yank the gorgeous man down so he could kiss those
perfect lips. With a warning growl Bevau jerked back. In the next
instant, the worst thing Egilka imagined could happen did: Bevau
pulled free, emptying the prince of his thick cock.

A scream of protest rose to Egilka’s
lips. Before he could utter it, he was yanked to his feet, whirled
about, and shoved facedown on the Nobek’s desk. His ass hung over
the edge. Bevau shoved inside him once more, again taking glorious
possession. Egilka’s scream morphed into joyful moans.

Better still, the high commander
reached around the Imdiko, grabbing both his cocks and stroking
hard. Egilka’s scream came back. This time he voiced it as desire
barreled through him. The elation of Bevau’s shaft rubbing his
cumspot and his hands working both eager staves roared throughout
his being.

Bevau thrust into him so hard that
Egilka grabbed the desk with a frantic grip, convinced he would be
shoved off and go flying into the wall behind it. The Nobek grunted
with every plunge, all animal now. Egilka gloried in the taking,
his arousal peaking right to the verge of climax.

Through the rumbles of bestial noise,
words emerged from Bevau. “I’m fucking you and you’re going to come
for me. For me, not for those stupid shits I let touch you. You ...
fucking ... come ... for ... me.”

Explosion gathered in Egilka’s loins,
tightening into a painful knot. All at once it unraveled, shooting
through him. Urged on by Bevau’s hands, by the Nobek’s forceful
cock, the orgasm would not be denied. It escaped Egilka’s body in
searing pulses, streaming from the very pit up him, emptying him
hard. The Imdiko’s fists beat a frantic tattoo against the desk as
rapture turned him inside out.

Egilka ran out of energy before the
last pulse of pleasure finished with him. He lay limp and groaning
as Bevau continued to saw in and out of his ass, moving faster and
faster. A few drops of cum splattered from Egilka with every heavy
thud of the Nobek’s groin against his cheeks, as if jolted free. At
last a hand left his smaller cock and grabbed the back of the
prince’s neck, pinning him more securely to the desk ... as if
Egilka could have found the power to move.

Bevau was grunting again. “Now ... now
I fill ... your ass ... with my cum.”

He unleashed a long groan. The
thickness in Egilka’s passage jerked. Warmth flooded him, dripping
out with each of Bevau’s outstrokes. The Nobek’s thrusts lost their
rhythm, steadied for a moment, and then ended entirely. He fell
over Egilka, draping him in heavy warmth.

Egilka sighed, drifting in the glow of
dreamy pleasure. From a long way off, he heard himself mumble,
“Yes, that’s what I came here for.”

Chapter 17

Clajak spent a month trying to figure
out how to avoid the trip to Joshada with Narpok and Pwaldur. He
did his best to schedule an unavoidable trip or a must-attend
meeting in the hopes of finding a valid reason to thwart his
mother. Unfortunately for the prince, his aide Korkla was as adept
at keeping Clajak’s duties in line with the Imperial Clan’s wishes
as Clajak was at finding a way out of them. In the end Korkla
prevailed with the warning, “If you want out of this trip so badly,
you’ll have to talk to Empress Irdis yourself. I am not going to
help you in this matter, my prince.”

Korkla was an easy man to deal with in
most respects and someone Clajak genuinely liked. The elder Dramok
was much more than a hired assistant to Clajak. He had replaced
Egilka as a brotherly type and was a good friend besides. Korkla
usually obeyed Clajak’s orders without fail, with a reminder or two
about duty and honor if the likelihood of Clajak finding trouble
seemed great. Yet like most, he would not naysay anything Irdis had
her heart set on. The trip was one of those items Korkla would not
budge an inch on.

With the trip to Joshada looming on the
morrow, Clajak had no choice but to show up at his mother’s
Government House office in hopes of wheedling his way out of the
dreaded journey. As usual, he was admitted after only a few minutes
of waiting. Irdis’ aide scowled at him for delaying her other
appointments. Clajak ignored the aide’s dark looks and told those
waiting a ribald joke to make them not mind the interruption so
much. He walked into Irdis’ office on a tide of loud
laughter.

Like the woman herself, Irdis’ work
space was gracious; refined without pretension. Her desk was so
delicately carved that it appeared it might float into the air. The
furnishings were akin to items one might find in a public greeting
room. They denoted formal comfort, offering relaxation while
reminding one that even welcomed guests should not stay too long
for fear of imposing on their hostess. The cushioned flooring was
soft and restful, reminding Clajak again of his mother’s
character.

The room was kept from being too formal
by the many vid stills on the walls and Irdis’ desk. It was a
gallery of her clan, from the days of their courting her to the
present. Clajak loved looking at his parents as they’d moved
through the years, their faces aging slowly and gaining in wisdom.
His own appearance was documented, along with radiant joy as he was
surrounded by his parent clan. More stills abounded as he went from
babyhood to boyhood to manhood, his changes in appearance more
abrupt than his parents’ as he matured.