Lost Star

by Hawke, Morgan

  Lightning quick, Seht sank his long teeth into the right side of Ravnos’s throat.

  Holding Ravnos’s head firmly in place, Seht pulled his teeth free and swiped his tongue across the jagged tears.

  Ravnos gasped in pain. Seht’s bite had not been gentle, and his licking wasn’t much of an improvement. Abruptly, his sensitivity to sound, scent, and sensation increased to painful intensity, as did his lust. His vision, however, began to haze over, and his limbs began to tremble. Shit, Seht’s venom!

  Seht pulled back, licked his lips, and slid a hand across Ravnos’s bare chest.

  “Magnificent.” He captured a nipple in his long nails and plucked.

  Carnal fire scorched along the path of Seht’s fingers and stabbed straight down into Ravnos’s dick, forcing a gasping moan from his lips. I forgot…I forgot what his touch feels like! His hips rolled, rubbing against Seht’s crotch in blatant hunger.

  Seht’s hands slid down to the waistband of Ravnos’s pants. “Yes, yes…I know.”

  He tugged the belt loose and the buttons free, opening his pants, then shoved the garment down past Ravnos’s hips. “I know what you need.” He grasped Ravnos’s rigid cock and fisted his hand tight around it.

  Ravnos choked. Seht’s powerful grip felt so good, it burned. It felt too good. He could feel his thoughts disintegrating, along with his hard-won control over his more bestial rehkyt nature. No! I will not give in! He grabbed Seht’s wrists and yanked them up over his head, pinning them to the desk, then lifted his knee to the desktop, jamming it between Seht’s thighs.

  Seht twisted hard, struggling against Ravnos’s unforgiving grip. He bared his teeth and snarled. “Release me!”

  Ravnos focused on the silver-haired prince beneath him. It wasn’t easy to keep hold of him by any means. He could feel by the straining muscles and the near-inaudible whine of hydraulic servos that Seht was fighting him with every ounce of strength he possessed. However, Ravnos had the advantage of height, weight, and augmentations designed specifically for his more-than-human body. He smiled. “No.”

  Seht stiffened. “What?”

  Pinning both of Seht’s wrists in one fist, Ravnos reached down to unfasten Seht’s pants. “No, I’m not letting you go.” He reached under Seht’s ass to grab the back of his waistband. “I’m not about to let an opportunity like this pass me by.” With one hard tug, he yanked Seht’s pants past his butt to his thighs, forcing both of Seht’s knees up.

  His paired cocks slid free and arched up over his muscular belly toward his navel.

  Seht bared his teeth. “You can not do this!”

  “Oh?” Ravnos broadened his smile. “Then stop me.”

  “I will!” Seht kicked out with his foot, aiming his sharp heel spur for Ravnos’s kidneys.

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  “Whoa!” Ravnos twisted and grabbed the ankle of his boot. “Nasty little weapon you’ve got there.” He yanked, pulling the knee boot free from Seht’s leg. “Calm down.

  I’m not going to hurt you.”

  Seht’s eyes narrowed to ice blue slits. “I will not make the same vow.” He snarled and kicked out with his other heel.

  Ravnos caught the other boot, and his temper sparked. “Bastard.” He yanked the boot off and shot a narrow-eyed glare at Seht. “What, do you want me to hurt you?”

  “You are welcome to try.” Seht grinned, baring both his upper and lower fangs. “I am Skeldhi. Pain is one and the same with pleasure!”

  “Is that so?” Ravnos smiled sourly. Damn, I knew I shouldn’t have left my whip back on the ship. He licked his lips. So, I’ll just have to get creative. What did he have to work with? He only had one hand. The other was occupied with holding Seht’s. “Hmm…”

  He reached down and tugged a slender, finger-width throwing blade from the seam in his right boot.

  Seht snorted. “Am I supposed to feel threatened by something so terribly small?”

  Ravnos grinned, wishing not for the first time that he hadn’t filed down his fangs.

  “Let me teach you an old Terran saying. It’s not what you have, but what you do with it.” He twirled the tiny flat blade between his fingers and brought the point to the very tip of Seht’s nipple.

  Seht froze, wide-eyed.

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  Standing between Seht’s spread thighs, Ravnos stared down at the man he held by the wrists, flat on his back on the smooth smoked-glass desk, his frost white hair spilling over the far edge.

  Seht’s gaze was focused on the point of the slender blade only a breath away from the tip of his nipple.

  A cool and invigorating wave of excitement and anticipation rushed through Ravnos’s veins. All that muscular and pristine white skin was under his complete control. He could feel his grin widening even farther. He lifted the blade a tiny amount.

  “Hold still. This is very sharp, and I’d rather not do any permanent damage.”

  Seht swallowed but otherwise didn’t twitch a muscle.

  Ravnos flicked the blade in a precise circle around the very edge of Seht’s areola, the puckered pink flesh that surrounded the nipple. A thin line of scarlet welled up but didn’t drip. The cut had only been deep enough to draw a very small amount of blood, which was all he needed. He leaned very close and dragged his tongue all the way around the small cut, liberally soaking it in saliva.

  Quickly, he rose back up and flicked the blade around the same circle, cutting lines from within to without through the circle in rays, sketching a seeping sun around Seht’s nipple. This was something he hadn’t attempted with any of his human lovers.

  His venom was generally far too intense for them.

  Quickly, he moved to the other nipple and sketched yet another weeping circle.

  Another lick and more ray lines were added. Ravnos then propped his elbow down by Seht’s left side and rested his chin on his fist, idly jiggling the tiny blade. He smiled.

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  bloomed to an angry purple. Clear, viscous fluid seeped from both crowns. He spoke in a hoarse whisper. “Your venom…”

  Ravnos’s brows lifted slightly, and his smile remained broad. “Potent, isn’t it?”

  Seht’s brow was dotted with perspiration, but his lips curved into a smile. “So, you’ve become something of a sadist.”

  Ravnos’s eyes narrowed and his smile tightened. “I had to find a way to handle my…aggression. Erotic sadism, giving pain to those who derive sexual excitement from it, has proved quite effective.”

  Seht’s eyes closed, and he began to pant. He spat out something harsh in a language Ravnos’s internal translator couldn’t decipher.

  Ravnos lifted his head from his upraised fist. I think he’s about reached his limit.

  Wearing a smile he knew damned well was completely smug, he twirled the tiny knife in his fingers. “Shall I continue?” He leaned close to Seht’s pointed ear and whispered,

  “Or would you rather cum now?” He reached down, extended his index finger, and tapped the weeping crown of Seht’s upper cock, hard.

  Seht’s eyes flew open, his body arched up hard, and he released a loud, choking scream. Every muscle in his body flexed, etched in stark relief, straining against Ravnos’s hold on his wrists.

  Ravnos jerked upright, his brows lifting in surprise, but he didn’t let go of Seht’s wrists. I didn’t think he’d be that sensitive to my venom.

  Seht dropped back down onto the desk, gasping with his mouth wide open. Tears spilled from the corners of his closed eyes. His face, throat, and chest flushed to a deep pink. Tears of blood wept from the cuts around his nipples.

  Ravnos leane
d over him, frowning. The pulse in the prince’s wrists under his palm was strong, but very fast. Apparently, his blood pressure was actually causing the shallow cuts on his chest to bleed. “Are you all right?”

  Seht opened his eyes. The cat-slits were dilated open to nearly full circular width with only a slender band of blue encircling the dark pupil. His entire body trembled. He spoke in a whisper. “L-let me c-cum.”

  Ravnos’s frown deepened. He did not like the way Seht’s eyes had dilated.

  “Seht?”

  Seht turned to face him, snarling, his mouth stretched wide to bare his fangs to their fullest extent. “Let me cum!”

  Ravnos’s exposed cock pulsed, causing a small amount of precum to dribble free.

  He gasped with the ache of being harder than he’d ever been. The gleam of gold from the band around his wrist caught his eye. Captain Sear’s gift…

  Ravnos used Seht’s wrists to pull him to the edge of the desk. The Skeldhi prince’s bare feet landed on the floor, his legs bound together by his own pants around his thighs. He then turned the prince around to face the table, grabbed a handful of all that long white hair at the base of his neck, and shoved him facedown on the desk, hard.

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  Seht threw up his arms, keeping his face from colliding with the table. “What are you doing?”

  Ravnos stared at the round, firm, snow-white butt bent over the desk. “Merely fulfilling your wish.” The prince was just far enough away that his cocks were not pressed against the desk’s unyielding surface. He licked his lips. Perfect. He released Seht’s hair for only a split second, just long enough to release the gold band from his wrist.

  Seht shoved up onto his hands and glared at Ravnos from over his shoulder.

  “What are you—” His eyes widened. “What is that?”

  Ravnos grabbed Seht’s hair and shoved him back down. “Not for you.” He slid the ring over the head of his exposed cock to the very base. Anchor thirteen. His internal array broadcast the key word throughout his nervous system. The ring shrank until it snugly encompassed his straining length at the perfect place to keep him from ejaculating until he was ready to do so.

  Eyeing Ravnos from over his shoulder, Seht’s eyes widened. “A cockring?”

  Ravnos grinned. “Pity I don’t have any lube on me.” He turned to the side so that Seht could watch him as he licked his hand. “Beyond spit, that is.” He reached down to smooth his wet hand along the swollen length of his cock, taking the time to smear the dribbling precum all over the crown.

  Seht’s sapphire blue eyes widened to show white all the way around. “You are not planning to…?”

  Ravnos pressed his cock up against Seht’s smooth white ass and ground in. The friction felt heavenly. He groaned in sheer pleasure. “Oh but I am.” He fell over Seht’s back and whispered, “I suggest you push out very hard.” He reached down to grasp himself and slid his cock down the crack of Seht’s ass until his cock pressed against the tiny pucker right above Seht’s balls.

  Seht pushed hard under Ravnos’s chest and growled, “You cannot do this. A rehkyt does not mount his master!”

  Ravnos leaned down and whispered in his ear, “But I have no master.” He shoved, pressing the head of his cock against the tight opening between Seht’s cheeks.

  Seht gasped and tensed, clearly resisting the intrusion.

  Ravnos felt the red haze of urgency closing in on him. Blood or sex… His voice deepened to a rumbling growl. “You know what resistance does to someone like me. I suggest you stop, because I won’t.” He pushed harder, the pressure from head of his cock spreading Seht’s anus open through sheer force.

  Seht moaned, his head dropping to the desktop, then arched under him. His body opened.

  The head of Ravnos’s cock cleared the tight ring of muscles and forged into the hot, smooth velvet fist of Seht’s ass. Inch by snug, hot inch, his length was swallowed.

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  warned him that the cockring had been a very good idea. His body was already trying to climax.

  Under him, Seht released a deep and guttural groan. “You are a complete and utter bastard of the first degree.”

  Ravnos stopped, pulled back just a bit. “That’s what they tell me.” He thrust in hard, slamming all the way into Seht’s body as far as he could go. The enveloping heat wrapped around his dick tightened in gentle suction, as though urging him even deeper. He released a heartfelt groan, nearly overwhelmed by hot, velvet bliss. The tightness from the cockring around the base of his dick delivered just enough of an ache to make the sensation even sweeter.

  Seht hissed and released the tiniest of whimpers. “You didn’t even use your fingers to stretch me first.”

  Ravnos leaned down to lap at the shell of Seht’s ear. “I thought you said you could handle a little pain.” He reached under to pinch one of Seht’s nipples and rolled his hips, grinding his cock within to force the body he’d impaled to make room for him. He felt the slightest of bumps catch on the upper edge of his cock’s crown.

  Seht gasped and bucked hard.

  Ravnos’s grin widened. “Liked that, eh?” Apparently, he’d caught Seht’s prostate.

  He ground against it, just to be sure.

  Seht moaned and shuddered, then arched and rolled his ass in reply.

  Ravnos felt the velvet heat enveloping him tremble around his cock. “Oh yeah, you definitely liked that.”

  Seht snarled and bucked under him. “Shut up and fuck me, you sadistic son of a bitch!”

  Ravnos tightened his grip on Seht’s hair, forcing his head back down to the desk.

  “Temper, temper…” He licked his lips and reach down with his free hand to clasp the hot, rigid, dripping length of Seht’s upper and primary cock. “But since you asked so sweetly”—he pulled back and braced his feet to either side of Seht’s—“your wish is my command.” He thrust, hard, then again and again, simultaneously stroking Seht’s primary cock in time with his thrusts.

  Gasping and moaning, Seht reached up to grab hold of the far edge of the desk, pushed up on his toes, and shoved back to meet him, stroke for stroke.

  The hot, tight velvet glove sliding along Ravnos’s dick, delivering the most exquisite sensations, combined with the rich perfume of Seht’s lust, tinted with the aroma of his blood. What little sanity he had left evaporated. He leaned down to grasp Seht’s shoulder in his flat teeth and bit down.

  Seht choked and stiffened, his eyes going wide, then shuddered violently and shouted, “Ah! Fuck!”

  Heated wetness spilled over Ravnos’s hand and pumped onto the floor beneath the desk. Seht had cum, finally.

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  His urgency well beyond the breaking point, Ravnos projected the release command to his cockring. The gold ring loosened. Ravnos slammed into Seht as hard as he could, once, twice… His balls tightened and released. Ecstasy burned from the base of his spine all the way up to the back of his skull, then back down all the way to the tip of his cock where he pumped every last drop of himself deep into the heated grip of Seht’s ass. He threw back his head and shouted in raw, carnal victory.

  Ravnos collapsed on top of Seht’s pale, sweating back.

  Seht panted for breath under him. “This was not how I planned to conclude our first meeting.”

  Ravnos lifted his head. “Yeah, well”—he licked across the bloody furrows his flat teeth had made across Seht’s shoulder—“plans change.” His breathing deepened, seeking the other man’s intoxicating scent of freshly spent lust.

  Seht groaned. “That was not amusing.”

  Ravnos rose from Seht’s back and pulled his flaccid cock free. He couldn’t help but stare at his cum seeping from Seht’s wide-open anus. It was the most incredibly erotic thing he’d ever seen. A shiver raced through him, and his cock twitched. He wan
ted…more. He wanted to see Seht with that half-lidded flush of spent lust spread out on the sheets of his bed. He wanted…

  Ravnos jerked back, averting his gaze. He wanted what could never be. He spotted an open door and realized he was looking at a small facility. Yanking his pants up around his hips, he strode for the facility on shaking legs. He hadn’t let himself go like that in…years.

  Seht rose up on one elbow, his long silver hair spilling over his arms, and looked over at Ravnos. “Where—”

  Ravnos didn’t look back. “Facility. I need to get you cleaned up.” The room was small but equipped with a flushing toilet, a sink, and plenty of soft white nubby towels.

  He grabbed a pair of the towels, ran the hot water under the sink, and soaked them thoroughly. After wiping himself off with one, he carried the other over to Seht, who had turned around to lean back on his elbows against the desk. His long silver mane spilled from his bowed head down his heaving chest. The prince was clearly exhausted.

  He appeared to be contemplating his pants, which were still down around his thighs.

  Ravnos knelt by his bare feet and began the process of cleaning him as gently as he could. “Did I hurt you?”

  Seht snorted. “Only my pride.” He sighed. “I underestimated how strongly isolation would have affected you.”

  Ravnos looked up at him, frowning. “What?”

  Seht reached down and slid his fingers along Ravnos’s cheekbone. “This was my fault.”

  Ravnos flashed him a smile, more than a little confused. “What are you talking about?”

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  Seht leaned down to cup Ravnos’s face in both hands. “I should have looked harder for you. I should have found you sooner. I should have never let you go.”

  Ravnos stared into Seht’s cat-slitted blue gaze, and for an entire breath, he sincerely wished that too. What would the last ten years have been like if he’d spent them with Seht?