Friday, May 9, 2014

Clan, Honor, and Empire Friday Sneak Peek






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                 Rajhir’s gaze crawled all over Breft, as if to size him up.  The look the Dramok gave him almost had a weight he could feel.
                Suddenly, Breft’s thoughts weren’t so much on Flencik.  Not when Rajhir was looking at him so intensely.  In that moment, Breft thought of how devastatingly handsome the Dramok was.  He’d noticed that before, but it had been Flencik who had captivated Breft all this time.  He hadn’t given Rajhir much thought except as an obstacle to enjoying his clanmate.
                All at once, he saw the man before him, a stunning creature that wore power like an invisible second skin.  The strong body encased in its black formsuit was carved like that of an ancient god.  The goateed face was noble but dangerous too.  Breft wondered how the hell he’d forgotten how gorgeous Rajhir was. 
                Just like that, heat spilled into Breft’s cocks.  Fuck, he was getting hard again.  It was time to be alone in the bath facility, because he was not about to jump on Flencik again so soon after the last round.  Certainly not in front of Rajhir either.
                He stood and kept his voice as steady as he could.  “Excuse me for a moment, please.”
                Getting to the restroom meant walking past the staring Rajhir.  No doubt the man could tell Breft was aroused yet again.  The one good thing the Nobek could find about the situation was that Rajhir would think his excitement was due to Flencik.  If Rajhir had the least idea that Breft’s current condition was because of him, who knew how awful the circumstances would become?
                Breft was convinced that Rajhir could not possibly find him attractive.  So when the Dramok’s hand cupped his crotch, halting him in his tracks, Breft stared at it for several seconds in surprise.  It would have made more sense to the Nobek if the hand was disembodied, a strange and monstrous limb with a life of its own.  That it in fact belonged to Rajhir was too amazing to be credited. 
                Yet no matter how long he looked at the hand gripping his swelling cocks, it remained steadfastly connected to Rajhir.  Stunned, Breft looked up at the other man.
                One side of Rajhir’s mouth rose in a dark grin.  “I think it’s time I discovered what my Imdiko finds so fascinating about you, Nobek.  Let’s start with this.”
                He rubbed Breft’s groin with a practiced hand.  The touch was so knowing that Breft was instantly, brutally erect.  As heat blasted into his cocks, sending electric pleasure bolting up his spine, the smaller man went up on tiptoe with a cry.  He grabbed for Rajhir.
                The delight turned to pain as the Dramok’s grip tightened.  “You will hold still and keep your hands to yourself, Nobek.”
                The tone of absolute command made Breft’s hair stand on end.  Despite the shift into near agony due to Rajhir’s grip on his manhood, Breft froze.  He barely dared to breathe.  He stared into the stern face only inches from his, shuddering from head to toe.
                The half-smile returned to the Dramok’s face.  He went back to stroking the hard staves tenting the front of Breft’s shorts.  The Nobek was unable to silence the moan that rose to his lips as pain retreated and molten ecstasy returned to his groin.  Damn, the man had magical hands to play him this way.
                Breft stood motionless as Rajhir toyed with him, except for the trembling that made his body quake.  At first he was convinced he would spill right in his shorts.  Yet Rajhir seemed to know exactly the right amount of pressure to use and the precise speed to rub, keeping Breft excited without letting him climax.  It was amazing.  It was wonderful.  It was unbearable too.  The Nobek felt the desperate urge to grab his delicious tormentor, to knock Rajhir down and make him give him release.  Yet the authoritative voice the Dramok had used moments ago still echoed in his head.  It was more powerful than the memory of how that incredible hand had turned painful in an instant.
                He jerked when coolness hit his groin.  Rajhir had eased his shorts down, and his cocks spilled out into the man’s warm palm.  Breft gasped, nearly overcome by sensation as bare living flesh wrapped about his, drawing up and down as if to coax all the wild rapture out in an instant.
                The unadulterated need to erupt was violent and abrupt.  Breft reached for Rajhir again, shoving close, desperate to find release as soon as possible.  Again the hold on him turned painful.
                “I said, keep still.” 
                Once more, the inarguable demand in Rajhir’s voice held Breft at bay rather than the threat to his dicks.  He moaned in agony but went still.



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2 comments:

  1. Quick question on something else Tracy. Are you going to be doing a clan beginnings book for Clan Erybet?

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    1. Yes, but that's in the distant future for now. Clans Clajak and Bacoj will be getting their turns first.

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