Gabriel, p.9
Gabriel, page 9
“Look at his ass, leaking our cum.”
“Gorgeous. In a just universe, it would always be like that.”
“All right, beautiful boy. I have a promise to keep.”
Baknu was tender as he lay Gabriel on his back, on the floor. The Earther’s swollen cock jutted, exclaiming how it had been unfairly left wanting.
Baknu kissed the weeping tip. “Not yet. Just a let me make you wet, then you get your prize.”
He swallowed Gabriel’s shaft. Gabriel’s teeth clenched, a high-pitched scream straining through. Only the greatest resolve kept the young man from climaxing into that balmy warmth. Baknu moved off, beaming at him with pride.
“Such a good lover.” He straddled Gabriel. “Such a sweet gift to obey me.” He grasped Gabriel’s cock, positioning it. “Such a beautiful boy who deserves this.”
Baknu sank down, enclosing Gabriel’s shaft in the clutching warmth of his ass. Down, gripping him tighter than any hand or mouth. Down, moving his flesh over fervent need.
Then up, pulling at him. Riding him as Kisk and Takat caressed Gabriel and kissed him from his forehead to his navel. Pleasuring him as his balls pulled tight, as fiery ecstasy rose, as it expelled in violent bursts and he shrieked his pleasure.
Baknu rode him until he was empty, until Gabriel’s cock softened and he lay still. The Kalquorians gathered him between them, petting and murmuring praise.
“That was incredible,” Kisk grinned.
“Another round?” Takat cupped Gabriel’s sack, his expression turning lascivious again.
“Let’s move things to our quarters.” Baknu darted a kiss to the tip of Gabriel’s nose. “Do you want to com Iliana to tell her you won’t be home for a while, or should I?”
Gabriel stared at the eager faces surrounding him. They weren’t done?
In the clan’s private quarters, he soon found out neither was he.
Chapter Eight
Iliana regarded the Overlord with genuine affection when he entered the shop. Zblyx was devoted to how much money he could make from those he loaned to, but she thought he cared about the Rossis. Even if his claim was true that their relationship was only about the money, at least he was honest about it.
The Overlord’s trio of cloven hooves clicked against the tiled floor as he approached, his four-foot-long neck weaving as he looked over the neatly organized shelves. He dipped his glossy black head in greeting when he reached her.
She ached to plunge her hands into the thick, gorgeous fur of his neck. So lush, promising softness beyond compare. There was a reason why Adrafs commanded insane amounts of money for shaving and selling their fur.
“Thanks for meeting me here. Gabriel had some errands that couldn’t wait.”
Errands indeed. Baknu’s message that her brother was engaged in goodwill negotiations with the clan was laughable. And far too obvious.
Good for you, big brother. It’s about time.
“It’s no problem,” Zblyx assured her. “How are you getting along with the Kalquorians?”
Straight to business, though Iliana thought she detected more than casual interest. “We’re unsure what to make of them.”
She explained all that had happened since Clan Baknu’s arrival. The Overlord wrinkled his long muzzle, baring big, square teeth that he clacked together as he thought the matter over.
“Earth is threatening war with the Kalquorian Empire over the sudden migration of over a thousand Earther women to Kalquor. If this station weren’t so far from their usual routes, your government would have forced you to return to Mercy by now. Have you commed, begging them to get you out of here?”
“Of course not. You know I don’t want to go back.”
Zblyx clacked his teeth again. “It’ll be suspect when the next ship from your home world arrives. They no doubt know a Kalquorian freighter has docked here.”
Iliana’s stomach lurched. She’d ignored half a dozen messages that had been sent to her from the captain of the battlecruiser scheduled to arrive in a few weeks. A foolish mistake, which could lead to Earth questioning her honor.
She brushed aside the concern for the moment, intent on discovering what she could about the aliens. “Can we trust the Kalquorians? Captain Baknu says he won’t force me to go to Kalquor. If I do, he swears I don’t have to join any clan I don’t want to.”
The Overlord rubbed his small hands together. “As a rule, their species is trustworthy. They have a number of bad apples, as with every society, but for the most part, Kalquorians regard honor as an attribute of primary importance.”
“Then I can take them at their word?”
“Perhaps. Their idea of honor is different from yours or mine. But if this Baknu had planned on taking you Kalquor ‘by whatever means necessary’ as he was ordered, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. You’d be on board his ship now, possibly enjoying the sort of attention that would guarantee execution on Earth.”
“His clan’s personal interest is in Gabriel, not me.” Concern flashed for Gabriel, but it wasn’t because she’d spoken of his inclinations. The Overlord already knew and wouldn’t betray him.
Had she been too trusting in Baknu’s intentions where Gabriel was concerned? Was her brother all right in the company of the clan, or was he in trouble?
Zblyx dismissed the issue of who Baknu and company had their sights on. “It’s unimportant that this Clan Baknu prefers their own sex. If they believed the cause to abduct you to the empire was just, nothing would stop them. Kalquorians are determined in that sense.”
“The Earthers who are being taken to Kalquor—do you have any sense of what their fate will look like?”
Zblyx stroked his luxuriant neck fur with vestigial fingers. “I’m expecting to cash in on Kalquorian worship for their women soon. They spoil their female mates senseless, and Adraf fur will be in high demand soon.”
“Their women. Earther mates might be a different case. They won’t enslave the Earthers they’re taking to breed with?”
The Overlord bared his teeth in a smile. “Kalquorians? Hardly. Since the reforms centuries ago that followed the liberation of Joshada, they refuse to own slaves. Oh, they’ll buy a night with the prostitutes on Dantovon, but only those who are indentured, not outright owned. Sometimes they’ll buy an indentured sex slave’s contract, but it’s with the understanding that when the terms are met, the sex worker is free to go. Being anti-slavery is a point of pride for Kalquorians.”
“Then you believe I have nothing to worry about if I go to Kalquor?”
“My dear, with all the perils facing you, you’d be well advised to join a clan, especially one of higher rank. It’s far better than selling yourself on Dantovon or hiding from Earth’s executioners. Not to mention safer if Gabriel can indeed find a clan to keep him too.”
“You’d stake your fur on that?”
Zblyx laughed. “Gambling is for fools, but if there was a sure bet, it would be on Kalquorians treating their new Earther females to lives of lavish comfort. Probably males similar to Gabriel too.”
Iliana sighed. She had no wish to tie herself to three men, no matter how indulgent they might turn out to be. In the end, however, it was about Gabriel. After all he’d done for her, how could she refuse him the chance for a real life?
* * * *
Tender pressure against his lips. A warm, raspy tongue sliding in to taste. A kiss and a sigh. “My beauty.”
Gabriel blinked awake as Baknu released him and left the bed—or sleeping mat, as the clan called it. The Dramok’s ass, muscular and perfect, mesmerized him until it disappeared into the lavatory. A moment later, Gabriel heard the hiss of the shower.
Kisk, sitting dressed at the desk in the corner of the clan’s quarters, glanced at him and smiled. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
Behind Gabriel, Takat muttered something unintelligible. He pulled Gabriel closer. The Imdiko’s rigid cocks were hot brands against the Earther’s aching ass. Gabriel groaned.
“Sounds as if someone could use pain inhibitor,” Kisk observed. “No surprise. Three Kalquorians, six hungry dicks, and a virgin Earther means a rough wakeup.”
“Poor sweetheart. Here’s mine.” Rustle of sheets, movement, then Takat waved an inhaler in front of Gabriel’s face.
Gabriel wondered about the sanitariness of using someone else’s inhaler. He barked a laugh at the absurdity. He’d had his mouth all over Takat’s various body parts the day and night before, had swallowed the man’s seed—and that of his clanmates.
“Prophets, I need coffee.” He sent a blast of pain inhibitor down his throat and sighed as the aches dissipated. “What time is it?”
“About half an hour before we’re on shift. Plenty of time for showers and breakfast. And in my case, a quick but necessary jerkoff.” Takat ogled Gabriel as the young man stretched. “I wish we could stay in. I mean, it isn’t like I have a shipment to load or unload today.”
“We do have duties to perform,” Kisk sighed. “But yes, it’s a shame we can’t pick up where we left off last night.”
Takat grabbed Gabriel and cuddled him close again. Gentle kisses grew demanding. The scent of sex was a fog around them, infusing the sheets with a detailed report of all they’d done until three hours before. Gabriel’s shaft twitched. It began to fill.
Baknu came into the room, still dripping. “Don’t tease him, Takat. Gabriel won’t thank us for sending him off with an erection.”
“But he’s so yummy.” Takat rolled so he lay on top of Gabriel.
Baknu yanked off the covers. He spanked Takat until the yelping Imdiko scrambled clear. With his lusty clanmate out of the way, Baknu picked Gabriel up and carried him to the shower. He set him on his feet. “Sorry about that. Takat has never learned to say no to his appetites.” He turned on the shower, sending a warm spray over Gabriel. “Be quick and we can have breakfast together.”
As he bathed, Gabriel thought of how domestic the morning felt. Everyone waking, readying for the workday, squeezing in a few seconds to be with each other before their duties whisked them in different directions.
It was weird how normal it seemed. How at home he felt being a part of the start of Clan Baknu’s day.
He suddenly realized he wasn’t alone. Takat stood in the open doorway, stroking his avid cocks as he watched him. “Do you want some help?” the Imdiko leered.
“Do you ever quit?”
“Not for a second.”
“I’m done.” Gabriel shut off the water and got out. He squeezed past his admirer, who patted his ass before turning the shower on for himself.
Baknu tossed him a towel and pointed to his neatly folded clothes. So nice. So domestic. As if they’d done it a million times before. Gabriel basked in being a part of their routine as he dressed, feeling at home.
If only he were. This morning was mundane but magical. Though his fantasies had been that of a relationship with only one man, waking with Clan Baknu was all Gabriel had dreamed of.
It was no exaggeration to realize he’d give up anything and everything for such a life. Except Iliana.
* * * *
Gabriel wandered back and forth in the shop, blind to his surroundings. He stopped at its entrance and looked out at the well-trafficked corridor and other shopfronts. He was unable to see what was before him, though the tide of aliens shopping and running errands at the midday break was usually worth noting.
He’d texted Iliana to take the day off if she wished since he’d left her alone most of the day before. Her return text had said she’d be in after lunch. She could show up at any moment.
He glanced at his com, tempted to tell her to stay home. There hadn’t been a single customer all morning. Good enough reason, though not the real one.
He was nervous to face her. She had to realize why he’d been gone all night. That he’d spent the night with Clan Baknu. That he’d fucked Clan Baknu. Would it change things between them? Would she look at him differently? Would she be disgusted?
Gabriel turned away from the active concourse. As he did so, Iliana entered the shop through the stockroom door.
He flushed and forced himself to approach her, meeting her gaze.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
They stood there, looking at each other. The awkward silence stretched between them until Iliana blurted, “I’m guessing your discussion with Clan Baknu went all right?”
“Um. Yeah. I suppose it did.”
She laughed. He joined her. The sound was uncomfortable, but Gabriel thought their relationship was still okay. His relief couldn’t have been greater.
“I spoke to the Overlord,” Iliana said.
“And?”
“He’s pretty confident the Kalquorians are on the level. I could count on a clan treating me well.”
“You don’t want a clan.”
“But you do. If I go to Kalquor, it’ll guarantee you have the chance to live with Baknu’s.”
It was a knife to the guts to hear her offer what he desired more than anything. He was head over heels for Baknu, Takat, and Kisk. There was no doubt about it.
But.
“Iliana—”
“What I do want, more than anything else in this crazy, screwy universe, is for you to be safe. Zblyx has his own contacts on Dantovon, and they confirmed Nal is after you. He’s every bit the monster the clan says he is.” Her jaw jutted stubbornly. “I’m going to Kalquor, and so are you.”
Gabriel had as much obstinacy as she did. “Absolutely not. I won’t be the reason you lose out on the life you want.”
She waved her hand around. “This isn’t what I want. To be hiding. To be scared. To have to come up with an excuse why I didn’t respond to that incoming Earther captain’s coms about a dangerous Kalquorian freighter docking here.”
Gabriel snorted. “I’ll handle him, and you’ll be fine. I’ll tell them your big brother wouldn’t let you talk to a man who might be contacting you for nefarious, sinful reasons.”
“See? Why would I wish to live this way, worried about being forced into compromising situations? That’s on top of waiting for you to be abducted, tortured, and murdered because we didn’t grab this chance. We have to go with Clan Baknu.”
Gabriel hid in the spark of anger that flared bright, that fed on his desperate longing to do exactly as she said. It was hard enough for him to deny that promise of happiness without her adding pressure.
“It won’t happen. How can I go with Baknu’s clan knowing you gave up what little we had? Do you think I’m that selfish?”
“It’s not selfish of me to risk you over whether I’m miserable here or on Kalquor? How do you think this will end, Gabriel? How will we be any different from Mom? Or Dad? Dead or missing…that’s all we’ll be if we don’t run off to Kalquor. So yes, I’m going.”
“No, you’re not!”
“Watch me!”
With that, Iliana stormed out again, leaving him shaken, upset, and confused.
* * * *
“Everyone loves Joshadan cuisine. It’s a sure bet,” Kisk opined.
“But their food comes in such tiny pieces. I can clear a tray in less than a minute,” Takat pointed out. “Let’s take him to the Ra’ma’ta instead. They serve a little of everything.”
Baknu planned to ask Gabriel to pick where they should have dinner together that night, but he let his clanmates debate the matter as they neared the Rossis’ shop. His main focus was on seeing the Earther again. He’d been looking forward to it all day.
He’d read of love at first sight. Had heard other men talk about how they “just knew” someone was right from the moment they’d set eyes on that person. He’d had no such experience, not even with his adored clanmates. Nonetheless, Gabriel had stirred an immediate fascination from the instant Baknu had met him. The Dramok supposed the overwhelming infatuation might have been what others called love.
Whatever it was, he couldn’t get the young man out of his mind. The night before had left him desiring more, rather than requiting his attraction to the Earther man.
“Here we are,” he said as they entered the shop. “Is no one here?”
The place seemed deserted. No customers. No Iliana, no Gabriel. Then a sound from the dimmer environs of the storeroom. Gabriel stepped out and gazed at them.
He’s too beautiful to be real. Then, as Baknu noted the Earther’s drawn expression: he’s upset.
Without preamble, Gabriel told them, “You need to go.”
“Gabriel, what’s wrong?”
As Baknu stepped forward, Gabriel retreated, holding his hands up in a warding-off gesture. “Please. Just go.” His features twisted with misery, and perhaps anger.
Baknu stopped in his tracks, every nerve screaming for caution. “What’s happened since we saw you this morning?”
Gabriel only shook his head. He wouldn’t—or couldn’t—speak.
Takat’s tone was gentle, his expression filled with concern. “Hey, sweetling. We can’t fix it if you don’t talk to us.”
“Tell us what you need us to do,” Kisk pressed.
“I need you to go away. And don’t come back.”
Gabriel’s statement was a hammer blow to Baknu’s heart. “You don’t want to pursue a relationship with us? You don’t find us enjoyable?”
“You know I do. But it isn’t just about what I want.”
Realization illuminated the issue, and Baknu chose his words carefully. “Iliana still isn’t sure.”
“She is. She insists on us going to your empire, though she doesn’t want to join a clan. I can’t let her give up what she wants for me.” Gabriel looked near tears.
“But you’ll give up what you wish for her.” Takat nodded his understanding, avoiding any unpleasantness towards Gabriel’s sister despite how much he wanted Gabriel. Smart man.
“Maybe she’ll find happiness she doesn’t expect on Kalquor. The right men could change everything for her,” Kisk suggested.
