Chapter 15
Lokmi stepped off the conveyance and faced a door he’d never seen before, high up near the top of a sapphire-leafed tree. Before he could trigger the announce, the door opened. Kila, looking relieved to see him, stepped back and waved him inside the home.
“That was some summons you gave me, Captain,”
Lokmi said, covering his confusion with light banter as he walked in. He took in a sparsely furnished greeting room, curiosity making him wonder at whose home he’d entered. If not for the numerous ship models lining the many shelves, he’d assume no one lived in the place.
He was attracted to the models. The Imdiko took a close look at the tiny replica of a Joshadan freighter and whistled with appreciation. “Wow. This is really good. So is this one,”
he said, moving down to the next model. “Damn, they’re all great. Such intricate detailing. Someone’s a hell of a craftsman.”
“You can congratulate him later,”
Kila muttered in his ear. “He’s still in there. As far as I know, he’s not budged an inch, even though I gave him the opportunity to get free.”
Lokmi suppressed his admiration for the unknown artist to give his commanding officer full attention. “Who’s still where, Captain? Whose home is this?”
Kila’s now-familiar and rather arousing smirk filled his gaze. “Admiral Piras’s. I cuffed him and left him kneeling on his sleeping room’s floor. He’s being a naughty boy.”
Lokmi froze. “What the fuck is going on?”
Kila eyed him. “Will you stay quiet about highly private matters, Chief? I’m trusting you with the most delicate of personal information because I think I can.”
The Imdiko scowled. “If you’re doing something illegal outside of our mission, I’m not having any part of it. If you’re doing something to the admiral that you shouldn’t, we’ve got a big problem.”
“Ah, now there’s the issue. Should I be doing what I am? It’s for his own good, but as I’ve told you before, the emotional side of things are not my strong suit.”
Lokmi kept his voice and gaze steady, but he was taking in the situation. Readying to fight Kila and take him down if possible. He demanded, “Explain what’s going on. Now.”
Kila chuckled. “Your Dramok is showing again, Chief. Fine. Admiral Piras is submissive in intimate settings.”
The bizarre turn of conversation left Lokmi floundering. It took a few moments for him to respond. “A submissive Dramok? That’s a contradiction in terms. And unbelievable. The admiral did not get his reputation by being docile.”
“Oh, he’s Dramok through and through when no sex is involved. Make no mistake in that. But in bed…well, you’ve never seen anyone so eager to please. It’s amazing. Exciting.”
Kila looked off into space, a wondering smile softening his fierce aspect for a moment. “To be given that kind of obedience is beyond what you can imagine. That someone could trust me with so much—”
He broke off and came back to himself. “It’s been a source of great misfortune to Piras.”
Lokmi tried to wrap his head around the idea and found it impossible. Because of his own controlling tendencies, he couldn’t fathom such a notion. “How has it caused him trouble?”
“He lost what he thought was the great love of his life because of it. The Nobek he dedicated years to couldn’t meet Piras’s needs.”
“Nobeks like a dominance fight.”
“Which goes against Piras’s nature when it comes to sex. What this other Nobek needed and what our admiral needed were not compatible. Yet Piras can’t seem to let it go.”
“That’s intense.”
Lokmi considered the issue. He’d never known of a Dramok who surrendered any aspect of his life to another without great struggle. He could see how such would be off-putting to the typical, unsuspecting Nobek.
“It doesn’t bother you?”
he asked Kila.
“I had to think about it for several months. I had time to do so during my last deployment.”
Kila shrugged. “I do love a good fight before sex, as you’ve noted.”
Lokmi scowled at him. He had lost two out of three contests against Kila, which didn’t sit well with him. He’d been plotting all day on how to overcome his battle-hardened captain. He was determined to top the fascinating Nobek again, to win more fights and prove he was not to be dominated.
Lokmi fought off the admission that even though he preferred to be in control, Kila had been an extremely adept lover when the Nobek prevailed.
The Imdiko knew he was being ridiculous, but it galled him that it hadn’t been awful for this particular man to overcome him.
After years of asserting his right to be in control, Lokmi didn’t want to feel that way, and he didn’t want to look at the matter too closely.
Kila continued to speak, unaware that his companion struggled to come to terms with the attraction their feisty relationship had birthed. “I’ve come to appreciate Piras handing me all the control. Being given that kind of faith is rewarding. Knowing my partner relies on my strength and protection…everything a Nobek stands for…fills me with a sense of rightness I can’t describe. I want him, Chief. It doesn’t feel like a sacrifice to be what he needs.”
So this was what Lokmi had sensed between the two men. Each was lured by the possibilities the other offered, but pushed apart by past hurts and expectations. “What’s next then?”
“Showing a submissive Dramok the error of his ways. Want to help, Chief?”
Lokmi held up his hands in a warding-off gesture. “Wait. Whoa.”
Kila bulled through the conversation as if he hadn’t spoken. “Piras has been in there for a while, contemplating what he needs to do with his life.”
He moved close, leaving only inches between them. “It’s the perfect situation if we find him the way I left him. You need someone you can dominate all the time, at least in one area of your life. He needs men who he can submit to in bed. He also needs to purge the man whom he loved from his system once and for all.”
Lokmi shook his head, though his interest in the situation kept him from turning tail and fleeing. Which was what he’d do if he had any sense, he knew. Instead, he asked, “What makes you think I can do anything about the admiral’s emotional pain?”
“I don’t know that you can. Your Imdiko half has a much better chance of helping him heal his heart than I do, though.”
Suspicion swept over Lokmi over Kila’s endgame. “I’m not looking for a relationship, Captain. I have no interest in joining a clan.”
“You can call me Kila here. Particularly given the things we did last night.”
He grinned, raising Lokmi’s concerns even more. “Look, I’m not asking you to clan with Piras. I’m asking you to help a Nobek find a path through his barriers so I can clan with him.”
Lokmi blinked. “You care that much? Never mind, Nobeks don’t do that lovey-talkie shit.”
“Even if I was pathetic enough to speak of it, I’m still no good with this emotional garbage. Unfortunately, Piras has a ton of it.”
Lokmi relaxed to know Kila wasn’t looking to form a binding clanship with him. He went to his next concern. “Is Piras nasty enough to throw me in the brig for helping you? To whip my hide into ribbons? Even you admit he’s still one hell of a Dramok outside of sex, and you’re talking serious insubordination here.”
Kila chuffed a disbelieving sound. “That threat hasn’t stopped you from fucking with my engines.”
“My engines, Kila.”
The captain laughed at him. Lokmi couldn’t help grin as he considered the situation.
Piras was a lovely man. A Dramok who didn’t want control during sex. How amazing would it be to enjoy a man who wanted to be topped? Who would offer himself up like a gift? Kila seemed sure Piras would welcome Lokmi’s demanding attentions. When would he ever get a chance like this again?
Hoping he wasn’t making a massive mistake, Lokmi said, “Why the fuck not? It’s only my fleet career.”
Kila laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “I knew you were the man for the job. Let’s go make a man forget his unlucky past.”
“If he orders me away, I’m gone. While I’m at it, I’ll blame the whole thing on you.”
Kila snorted and turned towards the doorway that led to the rest of the home. Shaking his head at himself, Lokmi followed him to the next level of the tree home.
They went through a hall and past rooms as spare as the greeting room. Only the many astounding ship models showed a hint of the admiral’s personality. Lokmi began to worry he’d made a mistake. There was no trace of warmth in Piras’s home, no outward hints that he wouldn’t turn rabid with rage at the Imdiko’s participation.
I’m an idiot. And all for the chance to have sex with someone who won’t fight me for control.
Yet the siren call of being given such an opportunity kept him moving forward. Thinking about Piras offering himself was shorting out Lokmi’s good sense.
I’ll look over the situation and then decide. If it looks like I’m in trouble, I’ll beat the hell out of Kila and hope that will make up for this debacle.
They entered the low-lit sleeping room, and Lokmi readied to start offering apologies and excuses. Instead, he stopped just inside the door. His inhale was sharp as he looked at Piras kneeling naked and blindfolded on a thick black fur rug, his arms bound behind him.
The Dramok in his smart uniform had been stunning. Naked, he was mouthwatering. The long, elegant lines of his body and the lithe musculature was like a line of divine poetry made flesh.
And he liked to be dominated. Lokmi’s interest surged, particularly below the belt.
Piras’s head had snapped up at the sound of the Imdiko’s gasp. His usually raspy voice was soft. Hopeful. Pleading. Not a Dramok’s tone at all. “Kila?”
The Nobek went to stand beside him. He stroked the top of the admiral’s head. “Yes, Piras. I’m here. I brought a friend as well.”
The announcement elicited an immediate change. Piras struggled with his bonds, his voice going from an entreaty to angry demand. “You son of a bitch. This was supposed to be between us! Who the hell else is here? I’ll fucking kill you!”
Thinking of his career and hide, Lokmi was on the verge of turning tail and racing off when Kila stopped stroking Piras’s head. The Nobek grabbed a handful of the admiral’s hair.
“Do you not trust me after all? Are we finished? Do I give up?”
Lokmi watched in amazement as Piras ceased straining. His face and body gentled, anger draining from his face to show longing and anxiety instead. He seemed to melt under Kila’s touch.
“I don’t – we never talked about someone else joining in.”
“It’s someone who likes to be in absolute control. Someone who will give you what you need.”
Piras trembled. He licked his lips and said nothing else. Waiting. Fear and hope appeared on his face, warring for possession.
Enthralled by the apparent surrender, Lokmi drew closer. His cocks filled with a luscious, seething heat as he scented Piras’s spicy arousal scent. He watched with avid excitement as the Dramok’s shafts rose, lubricating so that they glistened.
Kila said, “My friend won’t speak of this to anyone else, Piras. He likes what he sees. You’re quite exciting there on your knees, waiting to be taken by two powerful men. Men who want you to surrender yourself.”
Piras shivered. His expression showed the battle he fought between accepting what he wanted and fear of who else was involved.
One moment he had been the fierce Dramok known as one of the best leaders of the fleet. Then he became a man who needed to be cared for and given what he craved. The two sides of Piras spoke to the two sides of Lokmi. They more than spoke; they shouted. Lokmi heard them loud and clear.
The Imdiko knelt next to Piras. He ran his hand over the Dramok’s chest, enjoying the smooth feel of the man’s warm skin.
Piras attempted to move away, the consternation on his face increasing. Kila’s tight hold on his hair kept him in place. The Nobek growled, “You will stay still. My friend has no problem whipping that lovely ass of yours before he shoves his cock in it.”
The idea delighted Lokmi to no end. He grinned to see Piras’s cocks jerk in reaction. Anxiety couldn’t mask the Dramok’s excitement at Kila’s words.
Wondering if he would recognize his voice, Lokmi hissed in his ear, “That’s right, Piras. We can do this easy, or we can do it hard. Either way is fine with me.”
The admiral moaned, “I don’t want a stranger. I don’t want this Nobek asshole either.”
“Then why are you hard and wet?”
Lokmi chuckled when Piras cringed, his face reddening to be called out. “Lying will get you into trouble, my fine Dramok toy. Let’s try for a little honesty instead. What you really don’t want is to desire Kila. But you do.”
“He’s a bastard.”
Kila rolled his eyes, and Lokmi fought off a laugh. “I agree. However, despite that and all that’s happened to you in the past, you do want him. You want the second chance you didn’t know you could have. You just have to admit that it’s time to let go of the first Nobek.”
Piras’s anger returned. “You shit, Kila! You told him?”
Kila relaxed his grip on his hair and began stroking it again. “Only the general situation. No names. No specifics. I swear it.”
Lokmi traced the fascinating indentations and lines of Piras’s torso lower, lightly touching his abdomen. He didn’t miss the sudden intake of breath. Good. If Piras could be distracted, he might divulge more. He might give up the information Kila sought. “Why are you hanging on to what was? You have a Nobek right here, one who appreciates you for who you are. A man who will let you be yourself. Don’t you know what a gift that is?”
“I don’t – I don’t know. I don’t think he can be in this for the long term. How can you respect a Dramok who’s not one in the sleeping room?”
Kila’s heart was in his voice as he tried to reassure Piras. “Because he’s a Dramok outside the sleeping room – and the man I prefer in my bed.”
A stab of sympathy went right to Lokmi’s gut. He watched the two men struggling to find a way towards each other. Kila had already stated how determined he was for Piras to clan him.
Whether or not the Dramok was looking for a permanent relationship, Piras still showed every indication he wanted more than what they had now. Yet his fears, based on how things had gone for him before, held him back.
Lokmi knew all about society’s expectations. He knew about its insistence that a man categorized as a certain breed should act like that breed. Others didn’t understand those who were different.
They didn’t try to understand. Instead, they tried to make everyone else fit their ideas with no thought to the damage they caused. Anger for the slights Lokmi had endured spread to include Piras’s situation.
In a rough tone he said, “Enough talking. You need to know the safety of being with men who accept you. Because you’re different doesn’t make you imperfect. It’s time you learned that.”
Lokmi leaned in and licked the erect button of Piras’s nipple. Gratified by the resulting groan, he nipped it and was rewarded with another groan. He checked the Dramok’s expression and was delighted to see bliss.
His to play with. His to enjoy, with no fight required. Lokmi’s body fired with excited lust. He readied to revel in all that Piras had to offer.
* * * *
The exhilarating touches offered by the mystery man Kila had brought in disappeared.
They were replaced by more exacting prodding from both his masters.
He was grabbed and grasped by rude, roughened hands; licked and bitten by raspy tongues and hard teeth.
They gave him little hurts that fed the eagerness making him hard and ready for their control.
He was enthralled to be handled by the two men.
He fantasized that Kila’s ‘friend’ might be that handsome engineer Lokmi, the half-Imdiko, half-Dramok.
A man with control issues, Kila had told him.
The voice, though husky with anticipation, could have been that of the man he’d talked to in Kila’s ready room. While not as harsh as the Nobek, his touch was every bit as insistent and punishing.
The grips on Piras’s cocks were far from gentle.
He was stroked unmercifully and warned of dire consequences should he climax without their leave.
Cruel pinches sent spears of pain into his nipples, which arrowed excruciating pleasure to his livid shafts.
A steel grasp circled the back of his neck and forced him down, setting his cheek against the fur rug.
His ass remained in the air.
Something slick and hard pressed against his anus and burrowed its way into his passage.
It was thick, but he was allowed no mercy, forced to take whatever toy Kila had chosen from his bag of tricks.
Piras gasped and writhed as he was made to submit to the invasion until it was firmly lodged inside.
It quivered to life, pulsating hard against his hotspot. He wailed as a jolt of hot need flashed the length of his cocks.
The fists holding his pricks tightened painfully. “Don’t you dare come, boy,”
Kila snarled. “I will strip the hide off you if you do.”
“It might be a reward for him,”
the other man said. “He responds to pain. Allow me to demonstrate?”
Kila chuckled. “With that? Please do.”
There was a slight whistling sound, followed by a small, unimportant snap.
A narrow strip of misery blazed a strip across Piras’s ass.
He jerked and yelled, his first instinct to spring away.
The hands working his lengths kept him from doing so.
Then the violent burn sank deep into his flesh, joining the boiling riot in his groin and cocks.
The high, light whistling kept going, singing a tune that was obscenely merry as it dug fiery streaks into his buttocks.
Meanwhile, the masturbating and vibrating dildo continued to tantalize, driving him higher with every second.
His cries were constant as his loins clenched.
Orgasm licked the insides of his cocks, making him heavy and full.
Ecstasy fought to burst free, demanding that it be allowed to pour from his primary.
Yet Kila had told him not to come. Piras was anxious to obey him, though the desperation to succumb to shattering orgasm was almost as imperative.
“Please,”
he sobbed as rapture stole another inch closer to expulsion. “Please. I can’t take it!”
“Maybe you’d like us to fuck you now? Shove a big cock up your ass? Another one down your throat?”
The switch or whatever was being used continued to snap his upturned buttocks. Now it was not so much pain as intense sensation walloping his wits. It drove him closer to eruption. The buzzing dildo buried in his ass enflamed his desperation to release. Piras could feel cum sliding up his main cock. He couldn’t hold out for more than a few seconds.
“Anything!”
he shrieked. “Whatever you want!”
The whipping ceased. His cocks were released, and a moment later the dildo stopped shuddering against his cum spot. Then it was tugged out, leaving him open and empty.
Piras groaned in mingled relief and agony. His loins still felt full to bursting, but the sensation of imminent climax receded. His cocks ached at the missed opportunity.
A coarse hand rubbed over his burning ass, bringing fresh pain and rapture. Piras yelped. Kila laughed at his reaction. “Now that’s a well-thrashed ass. I don’t think you missed a centimeter. Nicely done, Chief.”
Chief. Piras had heard Kila call his new head of engineering that. His second lover was indeed the dual-breed Lokmi. For some reason, the knowledge delighted Piras.
“I do believe he promised us whatever we wanted. Did I hear that right?”
Lokmi’s tone filled with breathless expectancy.
“You did indeed. What is your pleasure?”
“First to see those lips wrapped around each of my cocks. Then I want to fuck that ass I just turned such an enchanting deep red.”
A fresh surge of excitement filled Piras’s twin sexes. He bit back a moan.
“He’ll be glad to give you any opening you desire. Won’t you, boy?”
Kila’s question – more of a demand – was punctuated by a hard slap to the Dramok’s throbbing rear.
“Yes, Nobek. I will give the Imdiko anything he wants of me,”
Piras gasped as soon as he could breathe again.
“You’d better. That spanking he gave you will feel like love taps compared to what you’ll get from me if you disappoint him.”
Piras shivered in response to the delicious threat. They had accepted their possession of him. They would order, and he would obey. If he did not, he would be punished. It felt so incredibly right, as too few encounters before had.
Please don’t stop. Please be my masters tonight.
He was pulled upright, still kneeling. The scent of aroused man filled his nostrils an instant before a firm touch rapped against his cheek. “Open up, pretty man. I want to see you swallow it.”
Piras’s jaw dropped. The fevered length of a swollen cock slid over his tongue, slick with Lokmi’s natural lubrication. The sweet-spicy flavor of his passion was luscious, and the Dramok rolled his tongue over it, trying to capture each succulent drop. The Imdiko groaned and grabbed Piras’s head. He pushed farther in but slowly, as if to prolong this first sweet incursion. He made the Dramok tilt his head, and his larger cock slid a wet trail across Piras’s cheek.
Piras concentrated on keeping his throat relaxed, remembering Kila’s delight in thrusting all of his length in. Lokmi was made of the same cloth apparently, because he forged deep until he had no more to give. Yet he gave Piras the opportunity to adjust, rather than making him choke as Kila enjoyed.
As if Piras’s silent comparison had somehow encouraged the Nobek, the growling voice spoke close to his ear. “That looks good, this tame boy taking your secondary willingly. What do you think, Chief? Is having a meek lover all you’d thought it would be?”
“Better.”
Lokmi pulled back and pushed forward again, leisurely fucking Piras’s mouth. “Even the service Imdikos I’ve paid at the pleasure clubs aren’t this biddable. They’ll do as they’re told because they’re paid to, but you can usually tell they don’t like it.”
“Piras does. He loves it. He’s so hard.”
Kila’s grip folded around the Dramok’s main cock, pumping him in time with Lokmi’s gentle thrusts. “So wet. Listen to him moan.”
“Listen?”
Lokmi gasped. “I’m feeling it vibrate my prick. Ancestors, I’ve never enjoyed anyone more.”
“He is delightful, even if I’m only watching. I look forward to my turn.”
Their conversation excited Piras, but not as much as Kila watching and working his primary as Lokmi took him. He shook all over, helpless and happily trapped. Even Kila rubbing his whipped ass hard and setting off searing bursts of pain was heady delight.
“You’ve done well, my sweet,”
Lokmi said at length. “You will now pleasure my larger cock.”
The firm warmth of the secondary shaft glided out of Piras’s mouth. He left his mouth open for the other. It pushed in, widening his jaws. He swallowed the juices flowing from Lokmi’s pores, the sharp spice of it drowning him in pleasure.
Lokmi slid all the way to the back of Piras’s throat. He coughed, and Kila made a thick sound in his throat. “You’ll be doing a lot more of that with me,”
he promised Piras. “I love gagging you with my cock.”
“No hint of refusal,”
Lokmi groaned. “You are perfect, you lovely, submissive Dramok.”
Piras recovered as the Imdiko drew back, giving him room to breathe. His tongue wound about the cock as Lokmi retreated, and he sucked on the delicious appendage. A slighter sweeter flavor emerged at the tip, a hint of pre-cum.
“That’s right, Piras. Lick that cock. Take it.”
The shaft surged forward again, entering his throat. Piras swallowed in an effort to keep from choking.
Lokmi set a quicker pace than he had when using his smaller rear penis, imprisoning the Dramok’s head between his hands, controlling Piras. He pumped deep, and Piras couldn’t help but occasionally gag. Each time he did, Kila grunted and squeezed his cock harder, as if to reward him for struggling with the thick invader.
If the Dramok could have asked for anything different, it would have been that the blindfold be removed. He wanted to see Lokmi and Kila staring down at him, their faces filled with approving lust as he gave himself to them with willing abandon. As he strained to accept all Lokmi stuffed down his throat. As he winced under Kila’s rough handling.
He was left guessing instead, and the loss of sight made him aware of every sensation. Lokmi’s fevered cock was bumpy with pulsing veins, the smooth skin stretched tight over it. Lubrication continued to exude, as did the sweeter taste of pre-cum. Meanwhile, he was sure he could feel every whorl of prints on Kila’s calloused fingers. The Nobek stroked and squeezed his cock, somehow intuiting the moment he needed to slow the pace to keep Piras from climax.
“Is his ass still warm from the whipping?”
Lokmi panted.
“Yes, but I could heat it up a little more for you.”
“All right, but I’m going to have to have it soon. Keep swallowing while Kila spanks you, pretty man.”
The raw pain of the Nobek’s heavy hand clapping hard against Piras’s already sore backside was heady. It demonstrated all the more how the two men held the reins over him. His excitement over the situation confirmed to Piras that submissive was who he was in sex. Each painful reminder from Kila’s discipline that brought a luscious jolt of rapture to his cocks was more proof he belonged under the control of strong men.
His ass thundered with exquisite agony by the time Kila got his flesh hot enough to deem him ready for Lokmi’s use. The pair shifted around him. Piras was already attuned to the feel of each man. Kila’s muskier, more animal-like scent was now in front of him. Lokmi’s gentler but still firm presence knelt behind him, his cocks bumping against Piras’s throbbing buttocks. Their wet tips prodded the crevice, seeking entrance. Lokmi’s groin drew in tight to Piras, sending a fresh wave of pleasurable hurt. The Imdiko’s thighs pushed his apart.
“Open up, Piras. Offer me that gorgeous ass.”
The Dramok shifted his legs far apart, feeling the plush rug sink beneath his knees. A questing touch ran down the crack of his ass, searching and then settling against the opening. Finding him still relaxed from the earlier use of the dildo, Lokmi thrust in easily.
He found the sensitized hot spot within. Piras clenched around the wondrous invader with a cry as sensual pleasure blasted through him. Lokmi shoved in to the wide base of his cock. The girth was greater than that of the dildo, and a fresh, glorious ache seized Piras.
From high above came Kila’s voice. “Is that ass hot enough for you, Chief?”
Lokmi answered with a groan and demanding thrusts. The friction lit Piras on the inside. His cries punctuated the engineer’s moans.
The Nobek chuckled. He grabbed a handful of Piras’s hair. “All right, boy. You know what I want.”
Piras opened his mouth wide. Though he had expected the cock that slammed all the way in, he choked anyway.
“Oh yes. That’s the tune I like to hear. Remember that sound if you ever go back into music, Chief.”
Lokmi offered a breathless laugh. “Fuck. You’re really feeding him that thing.”
“Damned right I am. He’s enjoying every last inch of me too.”
The Imdiko grabbed Piras’s slick, rigid primary. “Yes, he is. Pretty man, you are a treasure.”
Piras descended into a maelstrom of bliss. His masters fucked him hard, driving within his accepting body with marvelous power. He gagged on Kila, who alternated between encouragement and praise. Lokmi drummed into him relentlessly, his breathing growing more ragged by the moment. His hand whipped up and down Piras’s length, and molten heat seeped a slow but insistent trail up his cock. His gut felt as if it had been set on fire, and it fed the rising tide of climax.
“Are you going to come for us?”
Lokmi grunted in his ear, his voice thick. “Are you going to shoot your seed while gagging on Kila’s cock? With me shoved up your perfect, tight ass?”
His hoarse tone enticed the rising tide of excitement to boil ever closer to the end. Kila withdrew all but the tip of his cock from Piras’s mouth. His hand bumped against the Dramok’s lips over and over. He was masturbating himself, readying to spill down his throat. Working his sex so that he could watch his semen spurt into Piras’s open, submissively waiting mouth.
They were all drawing near to the end. Lokmi muttered in his ear again, his words coming in ragged bursts. “Do it, Piras. Come. Right. Now.”
The seething mass of rapture in his gut gathered itself, growing heavy and almost painful in its intensity. Then it blasted like a fiery arrow through his cock, ripping out in violent jets of passion. Piras screamed.
Kila uttered a low howl. A moment later, he flooded Piras’s mouth. The gushes of his passion felt as if they fed the Dramok’s; his loins spasmed, forcing more seed from his body.
Lokmi was the last to succumb. His gasps became a prolonged groan and he battered against Piras’s ass harder than ever. His cock whipsawed more easily with each thrust as he streamed pleasure.
For several minutes after the last ebbs had ended, the air filled with gasps. It was Kila who moved first. His strong arms wrapped around Piras, working to release the cuffs that kept his hands at the small of his back. Still under the spell of the men’s power, Piras leaned his head against Kila’s shoulder. The cuffs fell free, and rough hands rubbed his wrists.
“Chief, can you fetch us all some water?”
the Nobek said.
“Sure.”
Lokmi’s cock slipped from Piras. Clumsy sounds announced his departure. Piras supposed he headed for the kitchen.
As the Imdiko’s steps receded, Kila removed the blindfold. Piras blinked for several long seconds. Sight seemed overwhelming after having been robbed of it for so long. At last he adjusted to regaining that sense and was able to consider his companion.
Still resting against Kila, Piras peered up at the broad-featured Nobek’s face. “I should be furious, you know. You had no right bringing another man into this.”
Kila brushed mussed strands of hair from the Dramok’s face. “You’re right. If you’re going to call for someone’s head, it should be mine. I talked him into joining the fun.”
Piras knew he’d be a stronger presence if he’d straighten, but Kila felt too good. He settled for scowling, though he snuggled in closer. “Why did you invite him?”
Kila’s smile was still mocking, but there was a note of fatigue there too. “I needed someone who can do the feely, emotional shit your two breeds insist on. Someone who was both seemed like a good pick.”
Lokmi had returned with water in time to hear the Nobek’s answer. He snorted as he handed out the bottles and told Kila, “Feely, emotional shit, huh? Well, you’re welcome for me being what you can’t handle. Emotions aren’t for pussies.”
Kila snorted and grinned for real at the Imdiko. Lokmi rolled his eyes and winked at Piras. Piras couldn’t help but laugh at the pair. The situation was too ridiculous. Hell, he and Kila were downright ludicrous. Maybe they deserved each other.
And Lokmi? He had to be ridiculous too, because he seemed perfect to the Dramok.