Joseph’s gaze rose to meet his. “Do you believe that? Really?”
“You’re here with me. I can’t think of anything I could want more.”
The Earther blushed to hear the bald truth, uttered without hesitation. Better still, he managed a smile sweet enough to shred Almon’s heart. “Okay, you can go back to being a tough Nobek. I have no doubt this sentimental stuff is twisting your insides.”
“I am feeling nauseous.”
Joseph laughed outright, a monumental event. Another promising sign that Almon could have what he’d never speak of; someone to love forever, who would never leave him.
As if to push the positive moment along to its anticipated conclusion, the game abruptly ended with both players’ sides simultaneously vaporized. The men stared at the virtual ruin on the table’s projection. They sighed at the same time.
“Pretending that I didn’t lose right off the bat, is achieving five levels considered any kind of victory?” Joseph asked hopefully.
“I hear Prince Wayne rose to Level Six on his first try. At the age of four.”
“So, not really.”
“Don’t feel bad. The little brute is said to be insanely brilliant.”
Joseph checked the chronometer. Almon saw how he blanched at the late hour. “It sure does go by fast on the outside,” he whispered, as if talking to himself.
“It’s late. Let’s go to bed.” Almon switched off the table.
Despite the fear that filled Joseph’s expression, he clasped the hand Almon held out to him.
He let the Nobek lead him into the sleeping room.
Chapter Four
Joseph’s heart hammered as Almon tugged him into the sleeping space. The terror returned, screaming in his head that not only was he going to give himself to such a huge man, but everyone would know what they’d done. While Joseph recognized the ridiculousness of his paranoia on a planet where homosexual love was the norm, his psyche railed against it.
His control over that hysteria was nothing less than heroic as Almon stopped beside the sleeping mat and drew Joseph close. The Nobek’s kiss was searing, and Joseph couldn’t help but respond, his cock filling with heat as Almon’s tongue searched and found his. However, it required effort to return the kiss and force himself to remain pliant as Almon ran his hands down his spine and cupped his ass.
The Nobek’s palms smoothed their way up Joseph’s back again. He clutched handfuls of the soft, sapphire shirt he’d bought for his lover. He pulled it over Joseph’s head, baring the trim, toned torso. Quicker than thought, Almon shed his shirt too and pressed his hot, muscled flesh against Joseph.
Such a behemoth, overwhelming in bulk and strength, dwarfing the Earther. Almon could do whatever he wished. He could overpower him. He could force him to his will, no matter how Joseph fought him.
Too big. Too much!
Joseph shrank from the larger male, pushing against the solid chest and taking a panicked step away. Almon stiffened and held his upper arms in an iron grip.
“Don’t run, boy. Don’t you dare.”
Joseph froze at the hectic purple stare drilling into him from above, better sense halting him from flight. As afraid as he was over what was about to happen, it would be worse should he arouse Almon’s predatory instincts. Nobeks couldn’t help but chase down fleeing prey. What happened when they caught their quarry—well, every Earther had heard the stories.
Almon calmed, his fierce expression softening as Joseph kept still. “Easy, now. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
He pulled Joseph close again and nuzzled his ear, sending shivers throughout the smaller man’s frame. More tremors as Almon kissed down the line of his neck, his open mouth warm. A gentle scrape of the teeth.
Joseph tensed, but he had no opportunity to react as his crotch was rubbed with knowing friction. He was startled into shoving his groin into Almon’s hand, wordlessly begging for more. Almon granted his wish, stimulating his abruptly avid cock.
With Joseph’s attention momentarily consumed in sensual bliss, the Nobek struck. His fangs sank into Joseph’s neck. The pain was immediate and intense, and it somehow sent a surge of ecstasy straight to his groin. As quickly as it had come, the pain disappeared, anesthetized by Almon’s saliva. But the erotic rapture remained, and Joseph moaned and humped the Nobek’s hand harder.
The intoxicant flowing from Almon’s hollow fangs into Joseph’s bloodstream worked quickly, erasing his fears in a soft blur of euphoria. He clutched at his long-awaited lover, eager to give himself over to whatever the Kalquorian wished of him. Whatever he asked for, so long as he relieved the long-repressed desires that rose with unspeakable demand.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, grabbing desperately at the scarred body that had terrified him only moments before. “Oh please, if I mean anything to you, then fuck me.”
Almon released the bite to stare down at Joseph. His fangs folded to the roof of his mouth and he smiled. “That’s my boy.”
The Nobek pushed him onto the bed and covered Joseph’s body with his own for a long, deep kiss. Feeling the monumental weight on top of him brought another violent surge of lust, and Joseph cried out into Almon’s mouth. He flung his legs around the warrior’s waist and held on with all his strength.
He was perishing for want of Almon. Joseph had never been so positive of any other fact in his life. If he didn’t somehow absorb him into his very skin, he would die.
When Almon tried to break the hungry kiss, Joseph wasn’t having any of that. He followed the other’s retreat, seizing his lower lip between his teeth in the effort to hang on. Almon laughed against his lips and wrapped his paw around Joseph’s throat. He gently squeezed, just enough to get the desperate male’s attention.
“Let go, naughty boy. Or I’ll spank you, put you in a cock cage, and send you to bed without any fucking.”
The words, garbled because of Almon’s imprisoned lip, joined with the pressure on his throat to win through the frantic need driving Joseph. With a pleading moan, Joseph stopped biting.
Almon licked his swelling lip with a grin. He pinned Joseph’s wrists against the mat over his head. “My little man is eager for me. Maybe someday it will be so without my venom.”
“Almon, don’t punish me. I want you. I’ll go crazy if we don’t do this.”
“Then behave. Do as you’re told so I can make your first time perfect.”
Joseph didn’t care about perfect. Anything Almon did would be wondrous, so long as he let Joseph give himself. “Can’t we just fuck? That’s all I care about, to finally do it.”
“Hush. That’s the intoxicant talking. Now unwrap those legs so I can take your pants off.”
Yes. Almon couldn’t give Joseph what he so desperately needed when he was clothed from the waist down. He unwound his legs from the Nobek’s waist.
It was all he could do to not grab the Kalquorian as Almon rose up, taking that glorious weight off him. Then he had a long look as his soon-to-be lover, and he could only lie there, stunned.
It was as if Joseph hadn’t seen Almon before. Though not precisely handsome, the Kalquorian’s features were compelling. Strong jaw, a nose slightly bent in two places, blue-purple eyes that gleamed with intelligence. It was all framed by a mane of thick black hair, highlighted by glowing strands of precious silver. His neck was thick, leading down to wide, well-muscled shoulders and veined biceps.
Joseph’s mouth went dry at the sight of Almon’s naked torso. His chest was vast, the pecs a bodybuilder’s dream. His carved abdomen was a double collection of carved hills, and Joseph had the sudden, exciting urge to outline the valleys of each bump with his tongue. Over all that exposed acre of smooth, dark skin, scars large and small added a fascinating map of a life filled with adventure. Almon’s waist tapered, his low-slung trousers ending where the vee of his groin began. The crotch of the pants was swollen, almost to the waistband, as if Almon’s cocks would climb right out to get at Joseph.
“Sweet prophets
,” the Earther breathed.
Almon’s gaze was wondering. “Do I really look that good to you? The way you’re staring—”
“You have no equal. I never dreamed someone like you could desire someone like me.”
“Do not doubt that for a second, my boy.”
As if to confirm his desire for Joseph, Almon finished undressing him. He tossed the boots aside and tugged the resealable seams of his pants loose to bare the Earther. It was the Nobek’s turn to stare.
Joseph was a long distance from any Kalquorian’s muscularity. He viewed his own body with concern, despite not having believed his trim, toned physique to be lacking before this moment. With winter barely a month gone, he’d lost much of last summer’s tan, only a hint of golden tone left where shorts hadn’t covered him during outdoor exercise. He was almost as smooth-skinned as Almon, but for the tuft of blondish-brown curls at the base of his erection. Joseph indeed looked similar to a still-developing youth when he compared himself to Almon’s incredibly developed physique.
Yet there was no sign that the Nobek found him lacking. Almon shook himself after a few silent seconds of perusal. “Ancestors,” he whispered in the same awed tone Joseph had used moments before.
“I’m nothing compared to you.”
“You’re everything compared to everyone. Don’t you dare judge yourself as less than beautiful.” Almon’s voice was fierce.
As were his wet kisses, which descended on Joseph’s face, chest, and stomach with force. The Nobek tasted Joseph with an eagerness that left the younger man gasping. Especially his nipples, which sent jolts of exhilaration straight to his throbbing member when Almon sucked on them. He writhed under the thrilling assault, tangling his fingers in Almon’s long hair. Discovering Joseph’s sensitivity, the Nobek paid lingering attention to those hard points, licking, kissing, and carefully biting until Joseph uttered small, breathless screams of pleasure.
Almon got up to stand at the foot of the sleeping mat, ignoring the hands that reached to stop him from putting even mere inches between himself and Joseph. He peeled his pants down and stepped out of them. Then he stood there, his gaze taking Joseph in once again. He indulged himself in lazy strokes of his cocks as he did so.
Joseph stared at the two staves standing alert from Almon’s groin. Unlike the flared crown of his human dick, the Kalquorian pair’s tips were tapered, resembling the ends of bullets. Only the larger on top had an opening, on which a bead of passion formed as he watched. The lengths gleamed in the low, intimate lighting. Kalquorians produced their own lubricant.
A nervous anticipation filled Joseph as he imagined Almon pressing inside him, with that slickness easing his way. The secondary, positioned a couple of inches beneath its larger twin, was the size of Joseph’s shaft. The primary was not just longer, but greater in girth. Did Almon expect him to be able to stand a penis that size? Surely it wasn’t possible, though the idea of being made to surrender himself to it visibly jolted Joseph’s cock. The intoxicant continued to hold him in its thrall, and the image of being bludgeoned by Almon’s massive erection caused a bizarre exhilaration.
“I’m going to prepare you.” The Nobek’s voice was hoarser than usual. He knelt between Joseph’s legs and set the Earther’s ankles on his shoulders. Lifting his ass off the mat, exposing his virginal pucker to Almon’s scrutiny. “Mother of All, look at you. I can’t believe we’ve finally arrived at this moment.”
“You really want me?” Turmoil demanded Almon relieve the incredible pressure in his loins that grew with every passing second. Yet a part of Joseph begged for reassurance that the Nobek’s attentions didn’t exist solely out of a sense to repay a debt.
“Ancestors, save me. If you can’t tell how eager I am for this, then there’s no hope of ever convincing you. I’ve imagined being with you so much, I can’t be certain this is real.”
Almon’s rough tone was growing harsher as his respiration quickened. He stopped pulling at his secondary. His glistening fingers moved toward Joseph. When he pressed against his entrance, Joseph jerked at the shocking touch.
“Easy, my sweet boy. Only one to start.” Almon stopped stroking his primary, enclosing Joseph in his slick palm instead and pumping the livid flesh. Joseph’s hips jerked as rapture bolted through him, and he cried out. “That’s it. Nothing to fear.”
No, nothing to fear. Only an impatient need to surrender as Almon expertly handled him, as he eased past the tight ring of muscle to enter his ass. The careful invasion produced another bolt of heady excitement that blasted Joseph’s senses. “Yes!”
Almon chuckled breathlessly. “We haven’t gotten to the best part yet, my boy. Relax and let’s take our time. You’ll never get your first fuck again.”
Joseph tried to heed him, but all he could feel was that rough, calloused hand squeezing him as it stroked up and down his length. The thick trespasser pushed inside him, producing an agreeable ache that increased the quakes of passion. The wetness of Almon’s mouth when he paused to claim the trickle of pre-cum galvanized Joseph. Why had he feared this?
Almon’s assertion that Joseph hadn’t gotten to the best part was proven when the Nobek found a receptive spot within his passage. Profound bliss tore his consciousness apart, and Joseph sat up despite his knees being slung over Almon’s shoulders and his ass lifted off the mat. He shouted in wordless amazement.
“Look what I found.” The Nobek’s laughter rang in his ears. “Hello, cumspot.”
“Fuck. Oh. Shit. Don’t. I’ll come if you—fuck!”
“Nice, isn’t it? I am impressed with the reaction. Let’s do that again.”
Ecstasy blazed through Joseph, and he writhed helplessly as Almon applied delicious friction over and over. He couldn’t beg for mercy, because he couldn’t remember how words were formed. The sensation of strain, of added width forcing him open, of Almon’s fingers stretching apart and prying the tight aperture wide, couldn’t admit coherent thought.
Yet he couldn’t come. His balls drew tight, trying to force out the roiling stress that strained them to the point of pain. His cock tensed, engorged to the point where it must burst. And still the force within his loins grew, pulsing with the urgent need to escape.
“Almon!”
With an oath, the Nobek adjusted his position. The blinding elation dimmed, the other man’s fingers withdrawing from Joseph’s ass, leaving him empty. Joseph wailed at the loss and grabbed for Almon’s hand. It disappeared in a blur, the next instant smacking heavily against an uplifted buttock.
“Calm yourself, boy.”
But Joseph couldn’t settle down. The burning pulse from Almon’s swat only enhanced the entreaties of his body, and he struggled, despite not quite knowing what it was he fought for.
“Fine. If you want it so bad, then you’ll get it.” Snarling, Almon gripped Joseph’s thigh, pinning it to his massive torso to hold him as he guided his secondary to the Earther’s vulnerable ass.
Joseph gasped as the tip breached his entrance, beginning to fill the awful void Almon had left behind. Then overfilling, as the breadth of the shaft increased, spreading his hole apart. Dull pain awoke as the warrior claimed him.
Joseph wailed with mingled hurt and delight as Almon drove into him, his pace steady, insistent. The purple of the Nobek’s eyes were eclipsed by his slitted pupils, rendering him darker and more menacing than Joseph had ever seen him before. A low growl spilled from the Kalquorian’s lips, trailing out for longer than any exhale should have allowed.
“Take it,” he snarled. “Take that cock. All of it, boy.”
Pinned, held in an iron grip, Joseph had no choice but to bear it. He shuddered and squalled and clawed at Almon’s chest as he accepted what seemed to have no end. On the surface of the situation, torment and lust beat at him, and an urge to escape the tumult made him flail against the overwhelming sensations. But down deep inside, what had existed in constant disturbance stilled. An incredible peace, a euphoric acceptance, calmed lifelong terrors.
He thrashed, as if to throw Almon off, but he shrieked with the voice of a doomed soul discovering he would be saved after all. “Yes! Yes!”
“Yes.” Almon’s growl echoed him. The Nobek moved tight against him, compelling Joseph to absorb the entirety of his smaller length. He held him there for several seconds, panting as Joseph went motionless. They held the pose, both taking in their long-anticipated joining.
Joseph was curled slightly in upon himself, legs slung over Almon’s shoulders. The Nobek gripped his shaft, slowly, almost lazily pumping it. Behind the flushed length and scarred fist gripping it, Almon’s primary rose like a livid goliath, wet and jerking as if it had a will of its own. As if it shook in rage that it had been denied the haven its twin had claimed, within Joseph.
“You’ll accept that too,” Almon whispered, as if reading Joseph’s mind. “Every last inch. I’ll fuck this tight little hole of yours with both my cocks, and then I’ll fill you with my cum. I’ll mark you with my scent so everyone will know you’re my boy, and I’m the only man who has the pleasure of your sweet, snug ass.”
Joseph groaned his assent, joy greeting Almon’s declaration of his rights to him. His ass throbbed in tandem with the pulse beating in the Nobek’s shaft that filled it, as if they were indeed inextricably linked.
Almon moved with steady strokes, sliding through Joseph’s taut channel, filling him over and over. The friction found that heady spot within him, causing him to arch and cry out. Gentle thunderclaps of elation trembled through him with each careful thrust.
“I don’t know which is more amazing. Seeing your reaction, or watching your ass accept me,” Almon murmured. His gaze constantly roamed, riveted one moment on Joseph’s face, then traveling down the length of his writhing torso to stare at where they joined. “Do I make you feel good, my boy?”
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