“I think Ospar’s discovered your
answer to perfect fulfillment, my Imdiko,” he teased Rivek.
“He does seem to have drifted into
an alternate consciousness. Totally in the moment. Have you ascended to a
higher plane, my Dramok?”
Ospar groaned in answer. His groin,
especially the area between his cocks, stretched tight. Overfull. Lit with a
brilliance that was heady and agonizing all at once. His secondary was charged
with almost the same level of heat and pressure, and it continued to build,
threatening to push into his sensitive front shaft. A tear of pre-cum dropped
less than an inch from his nose.
“He may have reached a point of too great
exaltation. We should ground him a bit.”
“Return him to a base awareness of
what’s around him? I can handle that.”
The delicious friction against
Ospar’s hotspot disappeared. His passage emptied of the long, thick fingers,
and he moaned a pleading cry. The blissful delights Jol had offered rendered
everything else in all existence important.
“Wake up, sweet dreamer,” the
thunder-voice ordered. A concrete hand cracked against Ospar’s ass, sparking
lightning through his butt cheek. Ospar’s half-closed eyes opened wide as a
second smack made his rear pulse with heat. He yelped.
Not in pain, however. Jol’s
spankings usually hurt, but with his awareness submerged in desire, Ospar discerned
only a wallop of passion. The intense fire added to the desire consuming his
loins. Violent spasms rolled through his erections. More convulsions chased
through with each enthralling whack from his Nobek’s firm hand.
“From the sounds he’s making, I seem
to be driving him further into a state of heightened glory. Perhaps you can
offer something—oh, that will do.”
The booming impacts were replaced by
darts of pattering brilliance, sending sharp thrills through Ospar’s senses. A
breezy, whickering noise joined with the barbs prickling his ass. A distant
part of his mind identified it as the stiff little switch Rivek occasionally
used on his clanmates. Instead of the usual burning lines of pain, ribbons of
sensual delight streamed through Ospar.
It was not as consuming as the
strikes from Jol, however, allowing Ospar’s brain to clear from the mists of
ardor. He came to himself to note how fiercely his lengths pounded, aching to
spend pent-up fervor. Ancestors, how he needed to come.
His voice grated with desperation.
“Please.”
“I believe he’s returned to us.”
Rivek’s statement was tinged with laughter as he ended the whipping. “Just in
time for us to enjoy warming ourselves inside him.”
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Fighting
murderous enemies. Battling each other. It’s the perfect recipe for romance,
Kalquorian-style.
On the surface, young Dramok Ospar has it
all: money, prestige, power. Yet what he dreams of most is outside his grasp.
His drive to prove himself has left him lonely, with no one to turn to…except
the Nobek bodyguard who is decidedly unimpressed with his accomplishments. Oh,
and there’s the matter of the local crime syndicate trying to kill him too.
Nobek Jol faces his worst security
assignment ever: guarding the most irritating Dramok to draw breath. It’s not
that Ospar isn’t handsome, intelligent, brave, and charitable. It’s just that
he’d be so much better gagged into silence.
Temple of Life priest Imdiko Rivek wishes
for inner peace and total enlightenment. He knows he won’t find it in the
lethal world Ospar and Jol inhabit. However, fighting the allure of the pair to
achieve perfect tranquility is proving to be more difficult than he could have
imagined…plus the fact that their enemies think he’s the perfect target to
bring Ospar and Jol to heel.
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