Using his greater weight and strength, Clajak pressed hard
against Egilka, knocking the Imdiko over so that he sprawled flat against the
padded floor. In an instant Clajak was on top of him, flinging the rug open and
running his hands all over Egilka’s body. It took the Dramok no time to
discover Egilka was hard.
“Got
you,” Clajak sneered, his hand rubbing the thickening bulge of Egilka’s crotch.
The Imdiko cried out, arching and shoving his groin into the prince’s grip. A
wash of lust took every thought of resisting away.
Clajak
rubbed the straining lengths fighting to get free of Egilka’s trousers. Egilka
moaned, his hips rising and falling in tandem with the Dramok’s rhythmic
massage. He grabbed onto the broad shoulders of the man who made him crazy in
more ways than he could count.
Clajak
smiled down at him, too stunning to be denied, even if his hand hadn’t been
driving Egilka into a frenzy. “So sweet, lovely Imdiko. Yes, you are sweet. And
so very happy to have me touching you. That’s better. Much better.”
Egilka
knew he was lost. Clajak had him by the dicks, and not just in a literal
fashion. No matter how much danger the man had put him in, how much more Clajak
might continue to find, Egilka belonged to him. It was a realization that
brought equal parts happiness and terror.
The
only thing the Imdiko could come up with to say about the matter was,
“Asshole.”
Clajak’s
grin was as bright as if Egilka had proclaimed everlasting love. “Is that your
offer? Because I’ll be happy to take it.”
He
squeezed Egilka’s cocks. The pressure was sheer heaven, and Egilka’s will
crumbled to dust.
He
groaned, “You crazy, irresponsible, irredeemable jerk. Won’t someone save me
from you?”
Clajak
laughed. “Come on, Egilka. Just say to hell with it and let me fuck you.”
He gave
another squeeze. Egilka felt molten pleasure surge and gave himself over.
“Fine. To hell with it, you gorgeous shit.
Fuck me.”
Releasing November 2015
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