WIP Wednesday - Clan and Commit

Someone's in the home...

      He couldn’t assault his prey in the kitchen. Not when he was off-balance and Vax had access to cutlery. Being a chef, the bastard would know how to wield a knife with the skill that could present a problem should Karil’s unsteadiness provide an opportunity.

      He’d strike as the Imdiko passed by. Gripping the doorframe, Karil widened his stance, giving him the stability for a successful leap. He’d knock Vax to the floor and land on him, pinning him down. Then he’d do his cutting and claim justice for Huk.

      He didn’t have to wait long. Vax’s voice carried as he moved his way. “Greeting room, kitchen, lights out. Hall light, 20 percent.”

Karil braced as that soft pad-pad-pad closed on his position, staring at the spot he’d chosen to take Vax down. The scent of herbal tea wafted in his nostrils. Tea the little shit would never drink.

The Imdiko came into view, not looking Karil’s way, holding a steaming cup. He hit the ambush point. Adrenaline spiked through the Nobek.

Karil screamed a warrior’s attack cry. He leapt.

The surge of energy offered him perfect clarity as he lunged at Vax. The other man’s startled face filled his vision, a wonderful image Karil could enjoy when he played back the memory of killing his enemy. Shock turning to terror as Vax recognized him.

Next would come the understanding he was about to die, the most delicious expression of them all.

Releasing in June (specific date not yet set).

WIP Wednesday - Clan and Commit

No one is good enough for the son of this Matara...

Bacoj’s com buzzed, a short beat. He stilled. Another brief buzz. He groaned.

               “I have to get that. She won’t quit until I do.”

               “She?” Vax twisted to look up at him.

               “My mother. She’s rather…insistent…when she wants to talk to me.” His face warmed. What would Vax think of a Dramok who dropped everything when his mother called?

               Well, this was fun while it lasted.

               “Maybe it’s important, especially if she’s comming this early,” Vax said.

               Bacoj reluctantly tugged free of the paradise that was the Imdiko’s ass as the com resumed its adamant demands to be answered. “I doubt it. I adore her, but I’ll be honest with you. She’s on the clingy-to-smothering side.”

               “Ah. Better answer that then. I don’t want her breaking down my door.” Vax’s tone and expression were amused.

Bacoj glared grumpily. He found his trousers crumpled on the floor and the com attached to its waistband before she could disconnect and signal it was her again.

            “Good morning, my mother.”

Felac of Clan Rilb might have been needy and overly dramatic on occasion, but her cultured speech could never be called piteous. She sounded dignified while relieved. “Good. You’re alive.”

“Is there any reason I shouldn’t be?”

“I haven’t heard from you since yesterday morning, and it took you forever to answer just now. What’s going on?”

Finally getting into school, having to refuse it because I’ve been drafted for the war, fucking myself silly with the most gorgeous Imdiko in existence.  

As if he could say any of that to his mother. She’d have a heart attack. A refined, decorous heart attack, but a heart attack all the same.

He settled for, “I met someone interesting and got caught up in getting to know him.”

“Someone? A Nobek? An Imdiko? Who are his parents?”

Her voice had gone cold. She wasn’t thrilled as so many mothers would be. Parent clans were forever trying to match their sons up with potential mates…but not Felac.

Releasing June (no specific date set at this time)

WIP Wednesday - Clan and Commit

The games young men play...

Vax’s sleeping room was all about comfort, a warm embrace of soothing colors, soft furnishings, and low lighting. The sleeping mat wasn’t quite clan-size, but plenty big enough for Bacoj to envision rolling around on it with the Imdiko, their bodies entwined in the most intimate of embraces. Heat poured into his already rigid cocks.

               Yet, standing there next to the knee-high mat while Vax gazed up at him, wet lips parted, Bacoj was abruptly unsure of what to do. He was the Dramok, so it naturally fell to him to take the lead. Vax was an Imdiko, the gentlest breed of Kalquorian, ready to fulfill others’ needs. It should have been an easy situation to navigate.

               Emphasis on the should.

               Vax ran his hands over Bacoj’s chest, down his ribs, and up again. “Mmm, nice muscles. Nice everything. What does the strong, commanding Dramok desire?”

Strong? Commanding? Bacoj didn’t feel in possession of either of those qualities.

The categorization tests, taken by all Kalquorian males at the age of five, claimed leadership was Bacoj’s very nature. His birthright. Most of the time, he felt that was true. He was decisive when all the facts were at hand. Yet he became unsure when new circumstances were presented. This was one such situation. Bacoj had never fucked an Imdiko before.

He needed a few minutes to figure out how to handle someone who wouldn’t fight him for dominance. Playing for time, he said, “Let’s start with what’s off the table, Imdiko. Bondage, pain play, master and slave?”

“Hmm.” Vax’s touch slid up beneath his shirt, exploring. “Nothing too extreme. Definitely no blood. A little bruising is okay…would you like to spank me?” He abruptly turned his back to Bacoj. He pulled his trousers down to show off lovely, round buttocks.

Bacoj’s cocks jolted at the sight of such a gorgeous rump. At the idea of parting Vax’s cheeks and diving into the snug hole between them.

In a thick voice, Bacoj said, “A spanking. Yes, that ass definitely deserves a warmup. Clothes off. Give me a nice, long look at what I’ll fucking the sense out of. Then lay over my knees, naughty boy.”

“Yes, Dramok.” Vax’s clothes went flying, tossed to a nearby chair as Bacoj sat on the edge of the mat and watched.

Releasing Summer 2020