Showing posts with label clan and conscience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clan and conscience. Show all posts

Thursday, June 6, 2019

TBT: Clan and Conscience

Let's play a game...


“You want to bet on the contest?”

“It’s more fun when something’s on the line. Go on, Nobek Jol. If you win, what do you want from me? Besides my head removed from my shoulders?”

Jol snickered and considered. After a few seconds he declared, “A case of last year’s leshella from the Lisidian Valley.”

Ospar grinned in appreciation. “My, my, what good taste you have.”

“What of you?” Jol challenged. “I will remind you that I don’t possess a sizeable pocketbook. You’ll have to be inventive when it comes to your prize.”

“We don’t pay you well?” Ospar couldn’t help but tease. 

“I have no complaints. Even from your ivory tower, you must know a security guard’s wages won’t cover the price of fine Plasian vintages.” 

Ospar chuckled. He pretended to consider what he’d take as his winnings, though he’d chosen before they’d sat down to eat and play. “Hmm, what would I like from you?”

“Anything but demanding I quit my assignment.”

“After today’s demonstration of selfless honor and duty, I’d never consider such a thing,” Ospar assured him. “Ah! I’ve got it. If I win, you’ll allow me to return the favor of last night.”

Jol flushed and dropped his gaze for an instant. Guilt filled his expression. Though his attack on Ospar had been warranted, it was nice to know he felt some remorse for his momentary animalistic turn.

Perhaps he even wanted to make up for it, because he said with perfect equanimity, “I assume you would be on top this time?”

“You would be correct.” Ospar’s cocks gave an eager throb at the idea. It was his turn to flush, remembering how he’d responded to being on the bottom. 

“Fair enough.” Jol’s agreement came without hesitation. Ospar set aside the humiliation, delighted his ruse was working thus far.

They set up the match and Ospar focused on winning. A supposed-revenge fuck wasn’t the only thing on his mind, however. He hoped the convivial atmosphere of playing would give him the opportunity to draw Jol out. He owed the Nobek his life. The more he understood about his bodyguard, the more he could do to repay the debt.


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Thursday, November 29, 2018

TBT: Clan and Conscience

Ospar's not-so-smooth move...


Jol seethed. “You’re an idiot a million times over. I’ve never met anyone less deserving of the breaks he’s been given. There would be little shame if I failed to keep a fool such as you alive.”

The twinges of fear Ospar had experience as he’d confronted the security guard disappeared in a hot wash of rage. He stormed across the floor, to confront Jol nose-to-nose. “Is that a threat?”

The Nobek’s voice turned low and deadly. “Don’t flatter yourself that you’re worth the effort. Get out of my space. Eat your food and wallow in your ego.”

His words reminded Ospar that he still held his ruined meal in his hand. Too angry to think straight, he snarled, “It’s garbage now. That makes it more fitting for you. Enjoy.” With that, he shoved the tray in Jol’s face, covering the dark features in sauce and small chunks of meat and vegetables. 

There was a long moment of shocked silence from both men. Ospar stopped breathing. What had he done?

He didn’t have an instant to consider the matter. The Nobek shrieked, the sound crazed. It was the most horrific cry Ospar had ever heard. When the tray dropped from Jol’s face, Ospar didn’t see the red and yellow and green sauces that dripped from his chin. He didn’t see morsels of rizpah and chafga sliding down the man’s visage. He saw a monster with glaring eyes. He saw madness. He saw fangs.

It would come as little solace later when Ospar realized no rational person could have looked at Jol’s livid expression and not panicked. The Dramok’s anger had led to him taking temporary leave of his senses, but Ospar was thoroughly sane as he stared at the terrible creature screaming at him. 

He lost control and ran.

No! No! You never run from an angry Nobek!

Even as his legs pumped, barreling him out of the room and down the hall, Ospar realized his colossal error. A deadly error. Every Kalquorian knew it. Fearing the worst, Ospar darted a glance over his shoulder and wished that he hadn’t. 


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