TBT: To Clan and Conquer

A work of art...

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.

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TBT: To Clan and Conquer

A Nobek's Nobek...and an uncomfortable doctor.

As the doctor bent close to examine the weapons commander’s game injuries, Lidon put his mouth to the Imdiko’s ear.  “When was the last time you were around a fucking Nobek, Doctor?”

Tranis’ eyes widened as Degorsk flushed at the obvious innuendo and moved his head so the smugly smiling Lidon couldn’t get so near.  As if he’d been asked a serious question, he answered, “I’m around your self-destructive breed all the damned time, Commander.  And none of you will let me do what I can for you.  Like refer you to a surgeon who will make it so you don’t have to use a brace to walk around?”

Lidon’s evil smile was replaced by a scowl.  “You know better than to suggest I lose my marks of honor.”

“I’ll have them leave every last one of your ‘marks of honor’.  Hell, I’ll get them to give you more to show off if it will make you happy.  I know surgeons who will grant you plenty of mobility you don’t have now.  Not to mention, spare you so much pain.”

Lidon gave him a dark look.  “I am not spending weeks on end in recovery and rehabilitation.  I had more than enough of that after the injury.”

Degorsk sighed.  “Stubborn, stubborn.  You are a Nobek’s Nobek.”  He put his scanner away.  “The hits you took today didn’t do anything but bruise you.  Will you at least consent to pain inhibitors so you can do your job at maximum effectiveness?”

The Nobek’s tone was almost gentle.  “Will it make you happy?”

The Imdiko deadpanned, “Ecstatic.  I might do backflips in my unmitigated joy.”

Lidon bowed his head.  “‘The true master receives joy from serving his servant.’”

Degorsk narrowed his eyes.  “Which of us are you calling the servant?”

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