Chapter Ten
Charity had entertained visions of making love on mounds of hay. She’d forgotten Clan Amgar’s lack of livestock meant they had little use for large amounts of the stuff. Fortunately, they had a supply of bags of chicken feed piled nearly knee-high and wide enough to accommodate her. Perhaps it wasn’t as soft as hay would have been, but it made for an okay surface to lie on. Plus there were no stalks to jab her.
It was where Detodev had set her after he’d stripped her nightgown off. Now she was gasping and moaning as his hot mouth moved from breast to breast, sucking enthusiastically.
His weight on her was an enthralling reminder of how big he was. How strong, thanks to his muscled physique. She was brutally conscious of his power as he hungrily devoured her breasts and his hands roamed her far softer topography. Her entire body sang as cascades of pleasure ran through her from scalp to toes.
Her legs curled around his waist, seeking to trap him. He could be so distant. She feared he might abruptly think better of the situation and run. Much of her writhing was from pure ardent instinct, but some was calculated. She wanted him. Like Ilid, she’d wanted him almost from the moment she’d seen him.
“Detodev,”
she groaned, running her hands on his brawny upper back and shoulders, then tangling her fingers in his wavy hair. It was dark in the barn. Robbed of her sight brought sensation to the fore, exciting her.
She was blatantly aware of the sting when he nipped the underside curve of her breast. She gasped as the shock rolled straight to her pussy. The crotch of her panties was already soaked through, but excitement gushed anew to wet her inner thighs too.
“Oh!”
she cried, her legs tightening on him. She’d heard Kalquorians enjoyed rougher play. It was an enthralling surprise to find she enjoyed at least this small demonstration.
It was proven again when he bit her other breast. His weight pinning her, robbed of sight, unable to keep him from delivering hints of punishment…Charity was consumed by arousal to be in such a position.
It made her wonder what Ilid, possessing a Dramok’s command, might have done to her if they’d had better opportunities to explore during their trip to Haven.
Detodev kissed his way to her mouth, his passion stealing her breath. His hand squirmed between them despite her legs’ desperate grasp. She squalled when he stroked the sodden crotch of her panties, his touch firm on her clit. His kiss muffled her wild cry, and his return growl was likewise softened…but its vibrations thrummed through her.
Be as animal as your Nobek nature wants , a part of her silently pleaded.
She had hopes he would. His arousal scent, similar to Ilid’s, betrayed his growing lust. Perhaps it was because he was a Nobek that Charity thought he smelled wilder than her other crush. The sweetish-spicy aroma had an added musk she found incredibly erotic.
Or maybe it was simply the fact his fingers were seeking entrance through the leg of her panties. They discovered it, and his calloused touch was abruptly on her.
In her.
She flailed at the sudden invasion, her legs releasing him to kick the air as bliss tumbled through her sex. She clawed his back, and he snarled against her lips. He bit the lower one. Once again, slight pain translated to mind-blowing pleasure. Charity’s cry rang through the barn.
“I’ll make you come for me,”
the deep, growly voice promised, sending a shockwave of exhilaration down her spine. “You have no choice, woman.”
His thumb sought her clit and rubbed. At the same instant, the two fingers in her applied demanding pressure to her inner wall, finding a place matching her clit for electricity. All at once, Charity was on the brink. Bright, shining rapture held her for an instant…then her senses exploded.
A heaving tide of pure ecstasy swept over her. It hadn’t begun to recede when the next wave hit. She was lost in euphoria, drowning in it as each surge drove through her.
It seemed a lifetime later when she became aware of darkness surrounding her, of a blissful weight on her, of someone else breathing heavily above. Of fingers filling her, though the invasion was now happening elsewhere, where she’d never been filled before. Filled and emptied, filled and emptied, stretching her so she experienced a thrilling ache, which kept the quieting surges of completion flowing.
“Gorgeous Starry Eyes,”
came Detodev’s voice, weighted by feeling. “You’re so beautiful when you come.”
“Prophets,”
she groaned. “You should license those fingers and your mouth as deadly weapons.”
His chuckle was breathless. “I damned near joined you. You’re amazing to watch. Are you all right? Am I hurting you?”
The ache had eased. Charity missed it, strangely enough, but the pressure was still exciting. As was the anticipation of what they had yet to experience together.
“I’m fine. Wasted, thanks to you being in-fucking-credible, but I’m perfect. You’ve been practicing on the local farmgirls, haven’t you?”
He snickered. “I’ve been lucky enough to have a couple of encounters. Not too often. Drinking on both sides is usually involved when they start dropping hints. More drinking when they finally ask me to satisfy their curiosity about Kalquorians.”
He didn’t approach them, then. It made Charity sad his perceived lack of merit as a Nobek extended to his love life. How much joy was Detodev missing out on because he let Kalquorian society’s parameters dictate how he saw himself?
She gripped his head in her hands and pulled him in for a kiss, pouring into it her need for him to see himself as worthy.
He broke from her long enough to strip off his shirt. She gloried in the warmth of his skin as the kiss resumed, as the barrier of his pants disappeared. She felt him hot and heavy and slick on her mound and spread her legs in welcome.
He entered her cautiously despite the tension she felt thrumming in his body. His second shaft was significantly larger than his fingers, and she was glad of his care. His primary was thicker. Though she was no blushing virgin, his girth made her ache. Despite the increasing ardor of his kiss, betraying his mounting eagerness, he took his time. Even so, Charity wondered if she could actually make love to this man.
He slid against the sensitive place inside. All discomfort disappeared as passion seized her. She cried out, and he froze.
“No. Don’t stop. For prophets’ sakes, don’t you dare stop,”
she gasped.
His low growl answered, and he continued to fill her. Her head tossed as the brutal friction of the double impalement increased, soaring her ever closer to detonation. Her constant moans were punctuated by high-pitched sounds as surges of bliss shot through her. She was conscious of the ache of taking him. It added to rather than detracted from her excitement.
He didn’t pause when they were fully joined. He rumbled animal noises at every exhale, warning he was as aroused as she. His hips rocked, feeding the bounding elation driving her quickly to the precipice. The only question was who’d reach climax first.
Charity’s legs wound around his clenching ass, clutching in rhythm to his quickening thrusts. Her hips drove up to meet his descent. She grasped handfuls of his hair to hold him so she could kiss and bite his lips. Their movements were frenzied and wild as pleasure twisted in a knot inside her clamoring pussy.
Tight, tighter…she felt she’d go insane before she reached the breaking point. It came all at once, ripping apart and flinging her into ecstasy.
Somewhere in the maelstrom of orgasm, she was aware of Detodev shouting. Anything else was eclipsed in the raw violence of pounding, pulsing elation.
It was some time later when she returned to the darkened barn. Her pussy throbbed in concert with the gentling jolts from the cocks in her. Their gasps rang loud in the stillness. Detodev had rolled them so they lay on their sides facing each other.
“Hi,”
she whispered. “Have you returned to reality yet?”
“Barely.”
He chuckled. She wished she could see the rare smile she sensed he wore. “I hope I wasn’t too quick.”
“Did I sound like you were too quick?”
She snuggled in closer, enjoying how big and warm he was. “I’ve had two. You have some catching up to do.”
“If that’s an invitation, I’ll gladly take you up on it. Give me a few minutes.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“However long you need.”
She thought for a minute. “My first Kalquorian. Now I’m angry I’ve been missing out.”
“I’m surprised Ilid was denied the privilege of being your first.”
“He would have been, but the shuttle cabins weren’t soundproof. His parents had the uncanny ability to be in earshot when any opportunity presented itself. You heard how loud I am.”
She scowled because it had been obvious Ilid’s parent clan would have been delighted if they’d become lovers. She’d had half a mind to tell them they needed to make themselves scarce more often during those three days of missed chances.
She snickered as another thought occurred to her.
“What?”
Detodev sounded suspicious.
“I was thinking it’s funny you and I just had sex, and it’s you who brought up another man.”
“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression being with you was less than incredible. It was.”
“Thanks and right back at you. I don’t mind you brought him up. Hey, since you did, can I ask about you and Mitag? I’m curious, but if it’s none of my business, say so.”
There was a beat of silence before he answered. “You’ve said you weren’t put off by men sleeping with men.”
“I’m not. The idea turns me on.”
“Mitag and I have been intimate. I’ve tried putting him off…you know, expecting the worst when he finds out I refuse to be the typical Nobek…but my being difficult only seems to encourage him.”
“Or you’re so damned hot, he can’t stop himself.”
“I think it’s a matter of him enjoying a challenge.”
Detodev sighed. “He’s also rather needy.”
Charity found his nose and tweaked it. “Don’t sell yourself short. Since I’ve solved the mystery of strong, silent Detodev, I’m still attracted to you. Don’t sell Mitag short either where your pacifism is concerned. A guy who does event planning for human farmgirls must have an open mind.”
“I suppose it’s possible.”
He sounded far from convinced. Charity imagined she heard regret in his tone again.
Detodev likes Mitag. Maybe more. I wonder if he realizes it. He’s so determined to stay walled off from everyone, he might have lost touch where his feelings are concerned.
“Now I’m down to finding out what’s up where Ilid’s concerned,”
she said, discerning it would probably be a bad idea to press matters of Detodev’s heart. For the moment.
“Mitag will. Ilid didn’t go home to his parents if I know that stubborn Imdiko. One step in Mitag’s lair, and it’s pretty much finished. He’s as determined as you. As well as enticing.”
“Imagine him and me as a team.”
“I shudder.”
She rubbed against him. “I don’t feel fear saying hello down low, do I? A couple of hungry boys are waking up. Come on. I want to guarantee you spend your workday too satisfied to be miserable from a lack of sleep.”
Detodev proved he was up to the challenge.
* * * *
Ilid opened his eyes and discovered he was frozen on a medi-bed. He couldn’t budge an inch. His breath caught as the spyship’s medical department swam into clarity. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out.
Dr. Umen moved in view. He cocked his head to one side, his hooded eyes narrowed in fascination. Ilid had little interest in the man’s broad features, however. An indistinct blob sat on Umen’s wide shoulders, its shadowy tentacles curled around his throat and chest.
“Awake, are we? Fine, fine. I’ve completed all the tests I can while you’re living, and it’s time to dissect you. Of all the ways to kill a Kalquorian, this is my favorite. Don’t die too quickly please. It takes all the fun out of it.”
He raised a laser cutter so Ilid could see it. He switched it on.
He pointed it at the trapped man’s abdomen.
The agony hadn’t begun, but Ilid screamed in anticipation of it. This time, his horror opened its voice, and it pealed loud, drowning Dr. Umen’s maniacal laughter.
“Ilid! Wake up! Ilid!”
Ilid’s eyes flew open. Hovering over him, an Imdiko orderly named Darir was shaking him, his gaze terrified.
Darir? But he was dead, killed by the Darks as the spyship had blown up. Ilid had barely escaped intact.
The nightmare finally loosened its hold. It wasn’t Darir calling his name, but Mitag.
No Dr. Umen. No Dark. No fleet spyship medical department. Ilid was on Haven.
“Ilid!”
Mitag shouted.
The Dramok’s shriek cut off. He lay gasping, staring up at the young man he’d come home with and fallen asleep next to. He reached up, his hand shaking, to touch Mitag’s face. Mother of All be praised, he could move. Better still, Mitag’s cheek was warm. Solid. Real.
“Fuck,”
he groaned. He closed his eyes as the sting of tears from mortal terror transformed to tears of relief.
“No kidding.”
The Imdiko kissed his brow. He was trembling too. “Hell of a nightmare.”
“You have no idea.”
Shame washed through Ilid. He wondered how Mitag would take it if he got up and left. Probably not well.
“Why don’t you tell me about it? Expose it to the light so it doesn’t seem so bad.”
Ilid barked a harsh laugh. “It wouldn’t work.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Ilid opened his eyes.
Mitag still hovered, concern spelled clearly on his handsome features. The Imdiko stroked his jaw, his desire to somehow help obvious. “I wish you would anyway. I like you, Ilid. A lot.”
“Don’t.”
Ilid immediately regretted how harsh he sounded when Mitag winced. He cupped his jaw in apology. “I’d be a waste of effort.”
“How can you say that? Maybe I don’t know you well yet, but you’re clearly a wonderful man.”
“I’m an okay man. I’m a shitty Dramok. Probably the worst you’ve met.”
Mitag stared in confusion. “Because you had a nightmare?”
“Because I’m afraid every second of every day.”
Admitting it gave him a sense of relief. Pretending he was someone he wasn’t, a strong Dramok in command of his life, was too much of a burden. Ilid considered wearing a sign bearing the words he’d spoken: I’m always afraid .
“What are you afraid of?”
No dismay. No disgust. Mitag kept gazing at him, his expression a study of gentle compassion and caring.
Ilid had to set this Imdiko straight. He thought Mitag was wonderful too. Wonderful enough to find a real Dramok to commit to, the Dramok he deserved.
Ilid sat up and rested his back against the luxuriously padded headboard. “I encountered the Darks during my service to the fleet. They took control of my ship. The officers, a lot of the crew, the medical staff…”
He thought of Umen standing next to him, a laser cutter in his hand. “I can see the Darks. They wanted to know why, so they experimented on me.”
“Mother of All,”
Mitag breathed, gaping in horror. “Why haven’t I heard of this?”
“I was on a spyship in a place a Kalquorian presence wasn’t supposed to be.”
He watched as the pieces clicked together for Mitag. “Bi’is? You were there when…when they were killed off?”
“Maybe. I’m uncertain what was happening on the planet while my ship was under the Darks’ domination.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone of your mission.”
“Honestly, I no longer care who knows what the fleet was doing.”
Mitag gazed at him, compassion pouring from his eyes. “You were among the first to witness the presence of the Darks, weren’t you?”
“Unfortunately. I watched men I knew and trusted become utter strangers. I was surrounded by the Darks’ shadows. If my rank hadn’t been so low, my job so unimportant, they would have grabbed me too. Instead, I was forced to see things that made no sense.”
“To have encountered the unknown, to have watched commanding officers and shipmates turn into hostile people draped in shadows…”
Mitag shook his head. “You must have thought you were going insane.”
He got it. Ilid relaxed at his reaction.
“Obviously, I managed to escape. Mostly. A part of me is still on my former vessel though. Maybe it always will be.”
“How did you get away?”
“An Imdiko orderly helped. They got him when we were caught trying to reveal the Darks to the empire, to warn Kalquor of the hostile presence.”
He swallowed, remembering Darir disappearing under a tide of furious Darks. “My ship blew up as I raced off in a shuttle. I was the only survivor.”
Fresh horror dawned on Mitag’s features. “I’m so sorry, Ilid.”
“I have nightmares, some worse than tonight’s. When I’m awake, I can’t stop searching for the damned Darks no matter where I go.”
Even as he spoke, Ilid’s gaze swept the well-furnished room displaying Mitag’s good taste. The initial hint of morning had begun to gray the sky beyond the Imdiko’s window. The room had a few shadows, but they were mundane. Nonthreatening. He stared at each in turn anyway.
Mitag moved so his face filled Ilid’s view. “Darks haven’t infiltrated Haven. The officials here have protocols to keep them out, people standing guard. The women can hear them and we have those like you who can see them. We’re always on alert. No one comes to the planet unless they’ve been thoroughly vetted.”
“I understand that. It’s why my parents brought me here, why they hope to open a bakery for me to manage. This is all so I won’t try again to kill myself because I can’t handle what the Darks did to me.”
Mitag’s eyes brightened. Tears slid down his cheeks. He whispered Ilid’s name.
Ilid’s thumbs rubbed them dry. “I’m no real Dramok. I’m weak, Mitag. So terribly weak. Certainly not a Dramok any Imdiko should be the clanmate of.”
Mitag’s heart ached. It physically hurt to learn the pain this beautiful, haunted man lived with and the confidence he’d lost.
“I don’t see weakness.”
He scooted closer to Ilid. “I see a survivor. An incredibly strong survivor who’s finding his way back after going through a horror I can’t imagine.”
“You wouldn’t say so after a few weeks of being woken by my screams.”
Ilid’s gaze shifted for a moment to a point beyond Mitag’s shoulder. Checking for Darks.
Those who can see them do so in their peripheral vision. It cleared up the mystery of why Ilid struggled to meet Mitag’s gaze for more than a few seconds at a time.
“Ilid, listen. I have bad nightmares too. Hell, I sleepwalk on occasion. You have no idea how often I wake in my closet, thanks to my silly brain sending me into hiding from night terrors.”
He debated saying more, but it was wrong to talk about himself when his friend suffered. “Waking me up screaming isn’t as big a deal as you worrying yourself sick.”
“I upset you. Admit it; I scared the hell out of you.”
“I’ve had worse scares. Believe me.”
Again, it wasn’t right to discuss his own issues at the moment. Ilid had revealed his secret to Mitag. He’d trusted him with raw wounds in need of healing.
Mitag kissed his suffering bedmate, pouring care in it. He did so passionately to show Ilid he was all the Dramok he needed to be. A Dramok deserving of love and respect and happily-ever-after.
Mitag wasn’t sure he’d get to be this man’s clanmate. He wasn’t sure he’d was someone Ilid would want once he emerged from the fog of trauma blinding him to his worth. It didn’t matter. Mitag was an Imdiko, a man built to care and assist. He’d do so for the despairing Ilid as long as he was allowed.
A therapist had once told Mitag damaged hearts called to damaged hearts, especially where Imdikos were concerned. “Our breed tends to put others before ourselves. When an Imdiko feels someone hurts as he does, it isn’t merely an opportunity to help him. It can serve as a mirror image of our own pain and loss. Therefore, if an Imdiko can aid another sufferer, his subconscious might tell him it’ll bring him comfort too.”
Mitag had been looking for such a connection for a long time. He felt he’d found it in Detodev, and now, Ilid.
He experienced a twinge of conscience as he offered the cleansing force of lust to calm Ilid from his nightmare, because some of it was for his own selfish need. Their circumstances were different, but he saw his own hurt in the Dramok just the same. Mitag wanted to heal him. He wanted to be healed.
As he kissed the other man, he swung his legs over Ilid’s to kneel. He increased the passion of the contact, letting desperation feed his energy. His hands smoothed along the strong planes of Ilid’s shoulders, down his chest, along his abdomen, zeroing in on the place where he could help him forget his troubles for a little while.
Ilid seized his wrists, stopping him before he could do so. When Mitag pulled his lips from the Dramok’s to gaze questioningly, he found a dark, demanding stare greeting him.
“Do you want a Dramok, Imdiko? When it comes to sex at least, I can certainly play the part.”
Ilid’s grin was fierce, all hints of uncertainty gone.
“Show me,”
Mitag invited, a thrill of excitement and anxiety coursing down his spine. As if Ilid hadn’t done so a couple hours prior.
They weren’t much different height-wise, but Ilid was by far the more powerfully built of the pair. He showed his physical strength, heaving up with a suddenness that startled Mitag. He found himself falling back. Ilid put him flat on the bed. He loomed and pinned his wrists to either side of his head.
“Guess I shouldn’t have gotten on top?”
Mitag gasped.
“It gets my attention and inspires me to assume my rightful place.”
It was Mitag’s turn to be fiercely kissed. He felt Ilid was putting his stamp on him as well as asserting his mastery. He welcomed the image, though it was probably an illusion.
What he wouldn’t do to make the fantasy a reality.
Ilid kissed his way along the Imdiko’s jaw, up to his ear where he nipped the lobe. Mitag yelped at the exciting sizzle of pain. He instinctively squirmed against his captor, though he was exactly where he wanted to be. Ilid chuckled before kissing, his lips hot on the side of Mitag’s neck.
The Imdiko was thinking, I bet he’s going to bite , when Ilid did so. Fangs sank in the meaty part of his neck. Mitag yelped again and bucked, intuiting his lover enjoyed subduing even halfhearted resistance. Certainly the Dramok’s cocks, hard and slick on Mitag’s thigh, exhibited delight to feel him struggle against the inevitable. Ilid burrowed tighter, his weight pinning him.
Little by little, the Dramok’s unspoken demand for surrender eased Mitag’s scant resistance. He wants my submission swirled in his head, and it was as good as hearing it ordered. In the end, he lay lax and accepting as Ilid’s venom took him over.
The Dramok released the bite and licked the pinpricks, his saliva easing the smarting that remained. He sat back to eye his prize. His wide smile showed his fangs folding out of sight. “Nice, obedient Imdiko,”
he breathed.
Mitag groaned in response. Whatever Ilid ordered him to do, he’d grant without a moment’s hesitation. The bite left him no choice.
Ilid covered all the bases in a single statement. “Don’t resist. Surrender to me. Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
Mitag’s acquiescence was voiced in a sigh. “Yes, Dramok.”
Ilid wasted no time. He was young, he was eager, he was ready. Perhaps he was as determined to put his nightmare aside as Mitag was to help him do so. He settled the Imdiko’s thighs in the crooks of his elbows, lifting his hips. Voicing a grunt, his primary homed in on Mitag’s entrance and claimed him in a single thrust. Ilid’s eyes slid shut. Bliss suffused his handsome features. Seeing him accept Mitag’s gift of comfort lifted the Imdiko’s spirits. He felt his heart take Ilid in.
Let me love you. Let me have this important step toward the only thing I want in this whole universe, the one thing I haven’t been given since I was small. Give me a someone to adore and adore me in return.
The seconds spun past, and Ilid remained motionless. He simply knelt, joined to the hilt to Mitag, breathing softly. When he spoke, it was in quiet wonder.
“Why can’t it always be like this? Warmth and safety and pleasure? Why does anything else have to exist?”
Unsure if he should speak, Mitag waited until Ilid gazed at him, seemingly wanting an answer. The Imdiko offered the first option that came to mind.
“If bad situations don’t show their ugly faces, we don’t recognize and appreciate the wonderful moments.”
A slow smile tinged by sadness stretched Ilid’s lips. “Could be. Being here with you is wonderful.”
“For me too.”
Hearing how choked he sounded, Mitag said nothing else.
Ilid’s hips slowly rocked. His cock moved deliciously against Mitag’s cumspot, eliciting a cry of pleasure. Though Ilid no longer pinned his arms, Mitag was unable to move because he’d been told not to. He could only lie motionless, feeling the exquisite sensations of Ilid making love to him.
Maybe he read too much romance into it, but it didn’t feel like a mere casual fucking. Nor did it feel his lover was using him to escape the pain he felt. Ilid’s pace was unhurried. He moved leisurely, slipping back and forth, letting Mitag feel every nuance of motion. Ilid turned his head from side to side and kissed the insides of the Imdiko’s bent knees, but his gaze remained riveted on Mitag, face. He gauged his reactions and adjusted the angle to elicit greater responses. He had control, but Mitag’s enjoyment appeared to be very much on his mind.
Best of all, he wasn’t looking for Darks.
“You can touch me,”
Ilid said.
Mitag’s hands explored eagerly, thrilling to Ilid’s silky, warm skin. He’d concentrated his past seduction efforts since arriving on Haven to Detodev exclusively. The vision of Ilid’s nearly unmarked flesh…he had a few small scars on his abdomen, chest, and forehead, barely noticeable…fascinated him. He was used to the strangely symmetrical remnants of cuts, particularly on Detodev’s inner forearms. The Nobek had never shared their history…nor why fresh marks had appeared over the past year.
In contrast, Ilid’s flesh was almost as blamelessly smooth as Mitag’s, stretched over delicious swells of muscle. Mitag was particularly enthralled by how the Dramok’s abdomen flexed as his hips moved to feed him his larger cock. Detodev was an incredible lover, exciting and passionate when roused, but not as nuanced as Ilid.
Ilid adjusted his angle every few thrusts, experimenting to learn what felt best to the two of them. He paused to grind against Mitag on occasion, setting off exciting pulses. The Imdiko’s moans increased in frequency. Ilid’s fingers traced his flesh, gentle at first. Then he scraped his nails over Mitag’s torso, not marking but adding unaccustomed sensation. Finally, he pinched his nipples carefully, then harder. When Mitag’s lips parted to cry out in excitement, Ilid thrust his thumb between them so Mitag could suck on it. Ilid ran his wet thumb along his lips, coating them in Mitag’s saliva. His hips moved faster, increasing the already heady friction.
Keeping Mitag’s legs tucked in the crooks of his elbows, Ilid grasped the Imdiko’s shafts and pumped. Mitag gasped at the surge of heat filling his secondary and pushing toward its larger twin.
“Is it good, Imdiko?”
Ilid teased.
“You’ve had practice,”
Mitag panted.
“Believe it or not, spyship duty is usually boring, at least for us grunts who did nothing but work in ship’s operations. Off-duty, I was always looking for a little recreation. I was surrounded by plenty of young, willing, restless men like myself to enjoy.”
Mitag was concerned Ilid would lose his arousal thinking about his deployment, but the Dramok’s attention had zeroed in on watching his length disappear in Mitag’s accepting flesh. His pace steadily increased. Mitag guessed excitement kept him from delving too deep in the memories, allowing him to avoid the unpleasant ones.
Ilid continued masturbating Mitag’s smaller cock, releasing the larger to lick the Imdiko’s wetness from his hand. “I don’t think I’ve had anyone who tasted so sweet. You’re the perfect dessert, Mitag.”
He grasped his willing prisoner’s primary once more and repeated the tasting on his other hand before resuming pumping both shafts. “Your ass has the ideal amount of tightness to squeeze my cock. So fucking good. I can’t wait to fill it full of my cum again.”
The recitation of Mitag’s attributes, muttered in a seductive growl, made the taking more exquisite. Ilid had leaned forward as he spoke, staring intently in the Imdiko’s eyes. Mitag was dimly aware he’d stopped stroking the Dramok’s torso at some point. He hung onto his muscled shoulders as if for dear life. Ilid’s groin clapped to his ass, the reports growing louder at each contact. His hands whipped faster on Mitag’s swollen lengths, urging heat to fill them to bursting.
“I could pound this sweet ass all night long if I didn’t have to come so fucking bad. If I didn’t need to shoot my cum deep in your ass.”
He was growing bestial, his fangs showing.
Mitag’s heart pounded violently, transmitting straight to his cocks. Tiny cries escaped him as he edged nearer to losing restraint in Ilid’s firm grip. “Please, Dramok. I’m getting close.”
“Don’t come.”
Mitag wailed as the command stole control from him. Still intoxicated by Ilid’s bite, his brain seized on the order, and the surging lava creeping toward escape halted.
“Hold on, almost there, hold on, hold on…”
Ilid’s jaw tensed. A cry emitted from between his clenched teeth. At the same instant, his shaft, buried to the hilt in Mitag, pulsed.
Watching and feeling his lover’s release brought mingled gratification and yearning for Mitag. He’d given Ilid the escape he’d needed, but desire demanded he find fulfillment too. His supplicating whimpers were a counterpoint to Ilid’s exultant gasps.
After a minute or two, Ilid’s glazed eyes cleared. His gaze raked Mitag. He licked his hands clean, then he ran his fingertips along the Imdiko’s trembling body. “You were incredible. Hopefully, I can thank you adequately.”
He pulled free and stretched Mitag’s legs flat on the bed. He crawled on top of the Imdiko, his ass hovering over the rigid lengths standing straight and insistent. Mitag shouted as his primary was enclosed in grasping warmth.
Only Ilid’s earlier order and the intoxicant holding sway kept Mitag from immediate climax. His cocks clamored for relief, for the Dramok to say the words to release him. Ilid rose and sank on him. His ass clenched rhythmically with each mind-blowing tug on the livid flesh trapped in him, drawing out Mitag’s rapturous torment. He stared intently to absorb every gasp, head toss, and jaw clench as Mitag suffered exquisite agony.
The Imdiko clawed at Ilid, who threaded his fingers in his and pinned his hands to the bed. Mitag’s heels beat the mattress as incipient orgasm roiled in his cocks. He fought for the words to beg Ilid for mercy, but speech had ceased to be among his faculties. He screamed in desperation.
As the wail trailed to an end, Ilid leaned close and quietly said, “Come.”
Mitag shattered. Gratification came in violent bursts. He knew nothing but brutal rapture for a long while.
When he returned to a semblance of reality, Ilid kissed him gently but thoroughly, languorously tasting Mitag’s whimpers. When the Imdiko finally quieted, Ilid rolled them on their sides. He wrapped the shaking Mitag in strong arms.
Minutes later, they dozed dreamlessly, contentment written on their slumbering features. Neither was visited by further nightmares.