Free To Clan and Conquer (Clan Beginnings) by Tracy St. John Page B

pleasure and peeled off his formsuit.
    Lidon had already had the thrill of seeing Tranis nude in Medical.  However, lying on his bed while that chiseled body looming over him came into view was a different matter.  The Dramok’s huge tapered cocks were swollen and curving up towards his carved abdomen.  They glistened with his natural lubricant.  A pearl of pre-cum formed at the tip of the larger front prick while Lidon watched.
    Piras behaved like a bottom most days, rarely asserting himself enough to command Lidon’s acquiescence.  For that reason, it had been a few weeks since Lidon had last been fucked.  Tranis wasn’t small by anyone’s standards, and Lidon realized that unless he warned the Dramok to prepare him, getting drilled by that big cock was going to hurt. 
    Tranis grinned and stroked himself.  “Take a good look, my proud Nobek commander.  This is what’s going up your ass.”
    Lidon licked his lips.  Pain and pleasure were one and the same to a Nobek.  He wasn’t about to ask for anything as demeaning as gentleness.  Not from this Dramok, particularly.
    Instead he snarled, “All this talk is boring me.  Why don’t you wake me when you’re done?”
    Tranis chuckled.  “Oh, you’ll feel this, my friend.  Trust me on that.”
    Lidon expected more of the young man’s animal side to come out now, the beast he’d displayed on the kurble field and during their fight.  He was fully prepared to be stripped, turned over, and pounded into with perhaps only a reach around to meet his own fierce need.
    Tranis didn’t waste any time pulling Lidon’s formsuit off.  But from there, the experience was much different from his expectations.
    The Dramok got back on the bed, kneeling over Lidon by straddling his hips.  His ass settled on the Nobek’s crotch, letting him feel the warmth.  A surge of sensation filled Lidon’s cocks and he groaned.  He arched, grinding against Tranis, into that warm crevice.
    The first officer leaned over, putting his hands on either side of Lidon’s head.  He lowered down until they were belly to belly, chest to chest.  Tranis tilted his head to one side, and Lidon parted his mouth for his kiss.
    Tranis stroked his lips with his lusciously scratchy tongue.  The touch was firm but much more gentle than Lidon had expected.  He closed his eyes to better feel the caressing stroke of his conqueror’s tasting.  Arousal rolled in his gut.  Young or not, the Dramok knew exactly what he was doing.  The almost-kiss was enough to make Lidon ache.  He wanted more.  Much more.
    The Nobek raised his head to capture Tranis’ wicked tongue in his mouth.  He suddenly hissed when the other man tangled his hands in Lidon’s long hair, pulling his head back down onto the mat.
    “You will have only what I wish to offer,” Tranis said.  “I mastered you.  Submit, Nobek.”
    A growl rumbled through Lidon’s chest.  He bared his fangs.
    Tranis bared his in return.  “Surrender, or I will bite you into submission.”
    Lidon glared.  “You aggressive shit.  I hate to be bitten.”
    “Then put the fangs away and lie still.  Submit.”
    Lidon’s hands curled into fists.  Tranis was giving him two choices:  either keep his senses and accept being completely dominated or be bitten and rendered passive with intoxication. 
    He despised having the venom that came from another Kalquorian’s bite in his system.  Under its effects, one became aroused to the point of inability to defend himself.  The glowy warmth of the bite’s euphoria transformed even the most ferocious of Nobeks into needy creatures, temporarily devoted to pleasing.  Lidon did not like to lose control like that. 
    With effort, he forced his fangs to fold back against the roof of his mouth.  He stared with black aggression at Tranis.
    “Such a nasty look.  Let’s see if I can get you in a better mood.”  Tranis smirked.
    He leaned down again, his hands still fisted painfully in Lidon’s