Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crave - Chapter One, Scene Five

 

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A torrid encounter

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They were barely in the door of Conyod’s small apartmentwhen Sletran pulled him into his arms and kissed him. It was a searching, deepkiss, the kiss Conyod had dreamed of for years.

He clung to the Nobek, his hands moving over the back ofSletran’s casual shirt, a shirt that would have hung loose on any other man butthis incredibly built warrior. He felt the muscles flex beneath the fabric asSletran also explored. Their mouths moved in concert, and their tongues twined.

Every stroke sent electricity buzzing through Conyod. Hesensed the world turning, turning, turning…then realized Sletran was moving himacross the floor, prodding him toward the greeting space’s small lounger.

Conyod pulled his tingling lips free. “Sleeping room?”

“Later. After staring at you all night, I can’t wait.”

Sletran tugged Conyod’s shirt off, tossed it aside, andpaused to examine him. He grabbed the smaller man by the waist and pulled himclose again. His palms ran over Conyod’s ass. “Ancestors, you’re beautiful. Areyou sure you’re Imdiko Conyod, son of Clan Tuher?”

“I hope so. They keep insisting I come to their ranch fordinner so they can boss me around.”

Sletran barked a laugh before devouring him in another headykiss, squeezing his ass as he did so. Conyod moaned and yielded to a rush oflust, sucking on the tongue plundering his mouth.

The next instant, he was flat on his back on the lounger.Sletran was a blur. Conyod’s shoes flew across the small room, landing in thecorner. His pants were gone too. The Nobek hung over him, his greedy gazeraking him.

Aroused, Sletran had a stare that could burn. Conyod sworeit was lighting him on fire. He reached for the larger man.

His wrists were abruptly pinned over his head. Sletrangrinned as he traced the fingers of his free hand down Conyod’s torso andfurther, barely skimming the larger of the Imdiko’s livid pair of cocks. Helicked the wetness from his fingertips. “You grew big and strong. Do you thinkyou could take me in a fight for dominance?”

It was an aroused Nobek response, the urge to fight thenfuck. Conyod knew he didn’t have a chance against the battle-trained soldier.“Maybe when you’re asleep and I have a huge stick to whack you with.”

Sletran laughed, humor taking the edge of bestial need fromhis features. “Ah hell, Conyod. I’m glad I went against what I thought was mybetter judgment and agreed to meet you today. Seriously though, am I takingadvantage? Do you finally see me as just a guy who helped a kid one day insteadof some ridiculous hero you built too big in your mind?”

“You are my hero. I particularly like the ridiculous side ofyou.” Conyod snickered. “Heroes don’t usually admit to such flaws, so it makesyou even better.”

Sletran’s eyes narrowed. Protest was written on his strongface. “You need to quit the hero worship.”

“Okay. I promise to worship only your body for the nexthour. I’d be able to do so properly if you’d strip…hint, hint, hint.”

Sletran cracked up again. “You’ve become funny in the lastfew years. Definitely not angsty. Hell, who am I kidding? You’re gorgeous,you’re a grown-ass man, and I’m going to fuck you. Why put off today what I canregret tomorrow?”

Conyod’s gut tightened. “I hope you won’t regret this.”

“I doubt I will, but you might, having put me on such a highpedestal.”

Before Conyod could respond, Sletran grabbed his primary andstroked. At the same instant, he kissed him with fierce demand. Conyod writhedin response, his hips rising and falling in rhythm to the experienced movementsof his companion’s hand.

He’d enjoyed a few lovers. An unclanned Imdiko his age hadno shortage of Dramoks and Nobeks eager to prove themselves in bed. None ofthem compared to Sletran, though he’d done so little thus far.

He was Sletran, and he was more than enough.

When the Nobek had aroused Conyod to the point he wasstruggling to escape the warrior’s grip…he was desperate to tear his clothesoff to see and touch what he’d dreamed of for years…Sletran released his largercock. His smile was mocking and hungry at once, an expression exciting andanxiety-provoking.

Conyod was too stirred to bow to the warnings in his headbegging him to not goad an aroused Nobek. Sletran was indeed excited. It was inthe darkness of his eyes, the hint of fangs peeking between his lips, theswollen crotch of his trousers, and the spicy scent of a Kalquorian man’s lustjoining Conyod’s.

“Don’t stop,” the Imdiko whispered, straining toward him.

Sletran continued to stare at him. He slowly, deliberately,licked the wetness from his fingers, which had so recently been strokingConyod’s primary.

“You taste lovely, Imdiko. You feel good. So wet and hard.So hungry for attention. I just have to figure out what I want to do with youfirst.”

“Anything.”

“Really?” Sletran swooped to deliver a kiss to Conyod’snipple. His lips tightened around it and sucked gently. He licked next, hiscoarse tongue rough. Conyod gasped at the spike of pure arousal beelining fromhis chest to his jerking shafts.

Then Sletran bit. A jolt of pain joined the exciting heatbuilding in the younger man’s groin. His cocks throbbed. Conyod writhed andgroaned. “Yes!”

“You are grown up.” Sletran kissed and licked a path to theother nipple. His teeth closed on the dark circle.

Conyod’s ass bounced on the lounger’s cushions as tormentand lust tore through him at the Nobek’s bite. “Fuck!”

Sletran snickered and growled at once. He sucked his nippleand bit again.

It was too much. Conyod had claimed he couldn’t best Sletranin a fight for dominance, hadn’t imagined doing so, but carnal hunger overtookhim. His lover must have thought he’d totally surrendered. When Conyod yanked,his wrists broke free of Sletran’s grip.

He wasn’t as fast as a battle-hardened Nobek, but one whowas taken by surprise was slower to react. Conyod managed to shove him off andpull Sletran’s shirt open to display a chest chiseled within an inch of itslife before the Nobek responded.

Sletran made up for his lapse. The world swirled aroundConyod. He was abruptly on his stomach, his face buried in the velvety seatcushion. Sletran’s weight held him pinned. The Nobek swept his long, heavy hairaside, baring the side and back of his neck.

Conyod discerned what was happening an instant before hislover’s fangs sank in the thick muscle joining his neck to his shoulder. Hebucked, but the fight was finished. Sletran had him.

Warmth flowed through his veins, or perhaps it was Conyod’simagination. Real or not, he knew the Nobek’s venom was filling him, racingtoward his brain, where it would render him more vulnerable than if Sletran hadtied him down.

Kalquorian venom affected various species differently. Itwas deadly poison to Bi’isils, was harmless but burned like acid when used onAdrafs, sent Plasians into a deep sleep, and set off hallucinations forBeonids. Only Joshadans suffered no effects, ill or good, from Kalquorianbites.

When a Kalquorian bit one of its kind, it rendered thevictim susceptible to the biter’s commands. It was the rare Kalquorian whocould resist the intoxicating pull of his attacker’s orders, no matter how hefought to maintain control.

Conyod wasn’t among the rare. When Sletran released the biteand said, “Don’t move,” the command soaked into his consciousness. He didn’tbudge when the Nobek’s weight lifted off him. He felt the other man kneelingover his legs, his knees on either side of Conyod’s.

“Naughty Imdiko.” There was no reprisal in Sletran’s tone.In fact, he sounded as if he were gloating. “Trying to take control? I’ll haveto teach you a lesson.”

He rubbed Conyod’s buttocks, a firm massage to both cheeks.The helpless man groaned, his trapped sexes shoving at the cushion beneath him.Sletran’s calloused touch was amazing. When his thumb brushed Conyod’s hole,passion flooded him. His instinct was to jerk, but the order to stay still kepthim from doing so.

“Yes. Discipline must be given and taught. Fortunately…orperhaps not…I’m a stern taskmaster. If you’re less than an avid pupil, it’llsoon change.”

While he spoke, he continued to rub, occasionally tracingConyod’s entrance. His deep voice, growing breathy in anticipation, deliveredwords the Imdiko took little notice of. Conyod’s entire being focused on theexhilarating touch. He was wholly unready when the first slap sent fire blazingacross his ass.

Conyod yelped and twitched, but Sletran’s command to remainin place meant he stayed exactly where he was.

“All grown up.” A second blistering smack brought a strongeryell. “It’s probably been ages since you’ve had a proper spanking.” Whack.“Good thing I’m here to remind you—” another strike “—how a young man issupposed to behave—” smack “—in the company of his elders.”

Conyod squalled as his ass turned into an inferno. He wasaware of how the heat sank deep in his flesh, seeping into his cocks, whichgrew fuller and fatter beneath him.

He’d had disciplinary encounters with lovers in the past.He’d enjoyed them as part of sensual play, but this was the first time he hadreason to worry he might actually come from erotic punishment. Every blow ofSletran’s open palm was as heady as a firm stroke of his hand on Conyod’s cock.

How pathetic would it look if he climaxed all over hislounger, like a teenage boy having his first sexual encounter? Conyod didn’twant Sletran to think him an inexperienced neophyte.

He tried to concentrate on the pain rather than pleasure,but an endorphin rush had kicked in. All he felt was the incredible heat of thespanking, which enticed rather than discouraged excitement. The fact it wasSletran dealing discipline, enjoying him as a man, heightened his eagerness.

His cries had transmuted from shouts of hurt to cries ofanticipation and moans of delight. His shafts grew more sensitive, keenlyfeeling the velvety brush of the lounger. He would definitely come if Sletranswatted his ass much longer.

In the swirl of elated confusion fogging his brain, Conyodfound a single word. He seized on it, unable to determine if it would help himor make the situation worse. Either way, it was all he had.

“Please!”

Sletran’s growl answered, accompanied by another smack.“That’s it. Beg me. Tell me you’re naughty.”

Conyod panted as the heat of the spanking made the heavinessin his secondary molten. “Nau-naughty,” he groaned, snatching at the word histormentor had provided.

“Yeah. Now say you’re sorry.” The bigger man’s hand raineddelicious torment on Conyod’s vulnerable ass.

“S-sorry.” The liquid heat was climbing his smaller cock,inching an inexorable trail toward its twin.

“Beg me to fuck you.”

“Fuck me!” Though he’d most assuredly lose it if Sletran didat that moment. Conyod couldn’t tell him so, however. He could only repeat thewords he was given as he fought the increasing tide of bliss pushing to hisprimary.

“Mmm, sounds good. Say it again. Say, ‘fuck me, Sletran.’”The palm kept clapping his ass cheeks in turn.

“Fuck me, Sletran!” Conyod screamed the words indesperation. He was on the brink.

The steady slapping sounds ceased. Sletran rubbed Conyod’sass, massaging the heat of discipline deep. The Imdiko groaned, impendingclimax throbbing his shafts, their excitement fed by the pain that was purepleasure.

“Put your delicious ass in the air. Legs spread. Offeryourself to me.”

Conyod wouldn’t have needed the venom spurring him to obey.He was in the excitingly submissive position before Sletran finished talking,his thighs trembling as they splayed wide.

“That’s it. So beautiful. Look at this hungry little hole,waiting for me to fill it. To fuck it and shoot it full of my cum.”

The sound of the Nobek’s crotch seam purring open madeConyod’s shafts jerk. He’d probably come himself the instant Sletran shoved in.It would be embarrassing, but all he could think of was how he ached for it.

Sletran’s legs, still clad in trousers, wedged between his.The man Conyod had loved for years was about to fuck him. It was an exquisitelyerotic moment.

Something hot and slick poked his entrance. Conyodshuddered. His lover felt big. Sletran hadn’t prepared him, hadn’t stretchedhis tight hole before laying claim.

His tapered tip eased in a couple of inches. Eased out. Inagain, a little further. Retreated. In, and this time the Nobek’s largerprimary slid along the crevice of his crack. Sletran was invading using thesmaller secondary. For all his rough play and harsh demands, he was beingcareful with Conyod.

Calloused palms spread his burning ass cheeks. “I loveseeing this. My cock filling your hole while you moan beneath me. I’m sofucking glad you grew up the way you have. So glad.”

Conyod tried to say he was glad too, but it was at thatmoment Sletran’s shaft slid along his prostate. A jolt of purest pleasurebarreled through him, and his cry was an incoherent babble. For a second, hethought he’d come then and there, but Sletran stilled. The surge of heatpaused, then retreated.

“Mmm, yeah, clench my cock. Let me feel and hear how youwant it. How much you need it.”

He pushed deeper, and heat surged anew. Conyod sobbed hisname. He’d imagined this moment for years, had fantasized it was Sletran whenhe’d slept with others, but he’d never hoped it could be this incredible. Itwas as if he’d been created for this man, and this man alone.

Sletran’s groin snugged up to his ass, pressing the entiretyof his secondary in Conyod. “Good and tight, you beautiful man. You’re going tofuck my cock now. You’ll fuck it, and I’ll watch.”

“Yes,” Conyod managed.

The Nobek moved until only his tip remained in. He swattedConyod’s ass. “Do it, gorgeous. Fuck me.”

Conyod was eager to obey. He rocked backward, enclosingSletran’s shaft to the hilt. Forward, shivering at the delicious thrill of hislover’s girth rubbing his hotspot. Back again, groaning his gratitude.

“Oh yeah. Swallow my cock. So fucking good!”

Conyod moved faster, clenching his ass for Sletran’spleasure, which meant more to him than his own. He would have continued for theentire night, ignoring his own clamoring urges, had Sletran commanded it.

He gloried in his long-awaited lover’s groans and sighs ofbliss, in how he clenched Conyod’s ass, then his hips. Sletran began to thrust,meeting Conyod’s backswings so their flesh met in meaty smacks. Their gasps andgrunts were bestial, the ancient primitive song of men fucking hard.

Sletran abruptly pulled free, leaving Conyod achingly empty.The Imdiko began to cry out from loss, but a thicker invader took thesecondary’s place. Sletran yanked Conyod’s hips, driving at the same instant tofill him with merciless lust. Conyod shouted at the exciting clamor of mingledpain and rapture as he was taken.

“Fuck!” Sletran shouted. “Don’t come yet, Conyod. Holdon…just…wait until after…I want to…”

Whatever it was he wished to do was lost in an animal growl.He rutted like a man gone mad, the noises he made telling the Imdiko he wasclosing in on the end.

Conyod was also racing for the finish line, passion fed bythe constant friction against his prostate. In desperation, he reached for hislarger shaft and clenched its base in his fist. The molten fire of release wasstopped there, and he offered a thin shriek between clenched teeth to rejectits heaven.

Sletran’s rhythm stuttered. “Yes! Here it is…ah, ah, ah!”

His cock jerked in Conyod. Heat filled him as the Nobek’sseed erupted. In the midst of his agony of unfulfillment, Conyod wished hecould see his lover’s face as he experienced climax.

Sletran continued pumping for several seconds until hismoans settled to sighs. He stilled, his hands restlessly rubbing Conyod’s ass,thighs, and lower back.

He pulled out and rolled the Imdiko on his back. Conyodstared at Sletran, who loomed tall between his legs. The other man’s cocks werestill erect, but there was only satisfaction on his rugged features. The sightgave Conyod his own sense of gratification.

“How close are you?” Sletran asked him.

“Close.” But since Sletran had stopped fucking him silly,Conyod was no longer on the brink…though it wouldn’t take much to return himthere.

“Hold out for a while longer. Long enough for me to get ataste of those gorgeous cocks.” Sletran sank to his knees next to the loungerand pulled Conyod so he could drape his legs on his shoulders. He settledenough weight so Conyod was pinned beneath him. He inhaled the spicy scent ofthe Imdiko’s arousal. “Fuck yeah, I want to gobble these. You smell sweeterthan most men I’ve been with. Here, let me.”

He shoved Conyod’s hand aside to grip the root of hisprimary so he couldn’t come. The next instant, his mouth enveloped the Imdiko’ssecondary, right to the base.

Conyod arched and shouted as a flood of cum vainly fought toget past the firm grasp damming him. His fists pounded the lounger as Sletran’shead bobbed over him. The Nobek’s rough tongue slid along the big vein on theunderside of Conyod’s length, sending shockwaves of violent delight shudderingthrough him.

Sletran didn’t merely suck his cocks. He devouredthem, moving from smaller to primary, then back, over and over. He slurped andswallowed the natural lubricant flowing from Conyod’s pores in unembarrassedenthusiasm. He gave no sign he noticed how the Imdiko kicked or when he pulledhis long curls or how he shoved against his shoulders as lust became unbearable.

Sletran’s grip keeping Conyod from erupting was unyielding,and the pressure drove the pinned man insane. He squalled and begged and cursedas Sletran fed on his passion but refused to allow its true expression. Then,just as he thought his mind would break from Sletran relentlessly sucking hisprimary, the Nobek loosened his clutch.

Orgasm swept through Conyod, and his sight went blindingwhite. Molten heat poured and poured in the mouth drawing on him in what feltlike an unending flood. He knew nothing but the violent fury of release and thesweet pressure of hand and mouth on his cocks, emptying him.

Little by little, he returned to his senses. His visioncleared in time to watch Sletran carefully lower his legs from the Nobek’sshoulders, so his feet rested on the floor. His lover stood and stripped hisclothing off at last. Despite having come so hard, Conyod’s still thrumming anderect shafts offered a twitch.

Sletran was pure muscle, from corded neck to carved calves.The few scars he sported enhanced Conyod’s attraction to the physicalperfection he’d only guessed at. There was nothing soft or giving about hishero, save the warmth in his eyes as he gazed at Conyod.

“While you’re still erect,” Sletran said as he knelt on thelounger, his knees straddling Conyod’s hips. He lowered and enclosed theImdiko’s primary in his lusciously tight ass.

“Fuck,” Conyod groaned. Lust had been diminishedsignificantly, but the kick he felt in his groin told him it wouldn’t be satedfor long.

“That’s what’s fun about you younger guys,” Sletranchuckled, moving up and down on him. “You’re easy to keep hard and make come asecond time in a hurry. I should be ready to fuck you again by the time you’vefinished Round Two. It’ll be a nice leisurely fuck, so I can enjoy you the waysuch a gorgeous Imdiko should be enjoyed.”

“No…no argument,” Conyod gasped. He did tend to recoverrather quickly, but Sletran was waking his lust in record time. Or maybe it wasbecause he’d dreamed of this night for so many years. He hoped it wouldn’t betheir sole night together, but he had every intention of making it count incase…

No. He couldn’t think like that. The idea of Sletran turningaway after finally granting Conyod the closeness he craved was too awful.

Then give him what it takes to keep him close. Even if itmeans starting with just lust, make sure he wants to stick around beyondtonight.

Conyod fell to worshipping the man who’d rescued him fromthe nightmare of his childhood and adolescence, his tongue and fingers tracingthose mesmerizing lines and bulges of the other man’s impressive physique. AsSletran rose and fell on him, he closed his fist around his engorgedprimary…the Nobek recovered quick as well, it seemed…and pumped the hot flesh.Sletran voiced his pleasure in groans for a little while, then grabbed Conyod’swrists and pinned them to the back of the lounger, on either side of theImdiko’s head.

The control excited Conyod. He gazed at his lover, hisvision blurred as need increased. Then Sletran’s lips were on his, his tonguesweeping Conyod’s mouth as if claiming him.

You did that ages ago. I’ve been yours for years.

He watched in pure love as Sletran moved over him, thoseentrancing muscles rippling in a dance as he worked to bring him to thephysical expression of his adoration. He cried out minutes later when blissflowed from himself to the Nobek, allowing him to merge intimately with theother man.

Let it last. Oh please, let this continue.

When his cocks ceased jerking, Sletran sighed. “You’re abeautiful man, more so when you come. I could watch you do it again and again.”A devilish grin spread over his face. “So I will. Where’s the sleeping room?Never mind, I’ll find it.”

He picked up the loose-limbed Conyod, hefting him on hisshoulder. The Nobek carried him through his home. In such a small apartment, itdidn’t take him long to locate the bedroom, much to their mutual delight. Whenthey finally let sleep claim them, they did so wrapped in each other’s arms.

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Heneeded a hero and found two. Can love rescue him again?

NobekSletran never took Imdiko Conyod’s infatuation seriously when he rescued himyears before. When Conyod shows up in his life again as a strong and successfulman instead of a traumatized victim, Sletran has to reconsider the one he oncerejected and now can’t imagine life without.

Conyod hasnever given up on the man he considers his hero. Sletran is all he’s everwanted for a clanmate, and he’s determined to win him at last. But the past refusesto be laid to rest. When Conyod convinces Sletran to see him for who he’sbecome, will who he was resurface and destroy the love they’re building?

Sletran’scommanding officer Dramok Erybet is instantly fascinated by Conyod when thesoldier brings his love on base for a visit. However, Sletran isn’t the NobekErybet feels is right for him. When he rejects the Nobek, he risks losingConyod too.

Againstthe backdrop of heartbreaking childhood tragedy, a ghost who haunts Conyod andhis grief-stricken family, and military brass determined to oust Erybet fromthe rank he’s worked so hard to reach, three men must come to terms with whothey are. When tragedy strikes, the nightmares of the past must be faced andburied once and for all. Conyod, Sletran, and Erybet must dare everything tofind redemption and hold on to each other.

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