Right
in front of him was what looked like the mold of someone’s naked ass and upper
thighs hanging behind the desk.
Degorsk’s back was still to him as the Imdiko fussed with some storing
files on the desk surface, and Tranis quickly looked to compare the cast to the
live man. Degorsk’s green tunic covered
the upper half of his buttocks, but from what Tranis could discern from the
close-fitting trousers, the sculptural piece was indeed derived from him.
He
looked at the muscular swells of the mold and thought about having that ass
beneath him. Enfolding him. Holding him tight as he pumped in and out of
it. His cocks warmed with interest.
As
Degorsk turned to him, settling that delicious rear on his desk, Tranis moved
his gaze to the room’s other ‘art’, hanging on the wall to his left. A vid still photo met his eyes. It depicted two big, furry, awkward ronkas
fucking in a field.
Tranis
shook his head. “You really enjoy
shocking people, don’t you?”
Degorsk
grinned, completely unrepentant. “I love
to see the looks on new crewmembers’ faces.
You should see how huge your eyes are right now. And yes, that is my ass. Done on a drunken dare, but it looks good,
doesn’t it?”
Tranis
refused to look at it again. He was
still coming down from the kurble match, and wanting to fuck remained a high
priority after the game’s excitement.
Wow, I bought this book 6 years ago.
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