To Clan and Conquer (Clan Beginnings)

by Tracy St. John

  The Dramok was fascinated by how outwardly similar and yet different the Earthers were to his race. Just with this sample of four it seemed the Earthers came in a diverse range of colors and shapes. How was that possible? Was it a breed thing, like Dramoks, Nobeks, and Imdikos that somehow translated physically as well as temperamentally?

  Georgehuberts was speaking, and Tranis forced himself to pay attention. “We’ve got a big emergency, and we’re en route to the Kalquorian Empire to get help. Did we make it to your space, sir?”

  Piras said, “I am Captain Piras of the Kalquorian fleet. You are still in Joshadan space, however.”

  The Earther seemed relieved. “Thank God I found you. Captain Piras, the Phescxo colony is overrun with Tragooms. They’re using it as a base of operations for a huge fleet orbiting the planet.”

  Lidon’s voice was steel. “A fleet?”

  Georgehuberts blinked. “Well, maybe not a whole fleet, but they’ve got a good two hundred-and-some ships in space and over two hundred shuttles on the ground. We were kind of in a hurry to escape and find help, so I didn’t get an accurate count.”

  “How close do you think your count is?”

  Georgehuberts shrugged. “Sorry, I can’t really answer that. I’m just a simple pilot employed to transport goods from the colony to visiting supply carriers. I can tell you the Tragooms have a lot of different types of fighting ships including some of our battlecruisers, your destroyers, Bi’isil hunter-killers, gosh everything you can imagine. You name it, they’ve got it.”

  Piras exchanged a look with Lidon. The weapons commander said, “We need to know exactly what they’ve got before our fleet gets here.”

  The captain nodded. He turned back to the visage of the sweating Earther. “Pilot Georgehuberts, I need you to dock your shuttle with this ship so I can get a full report from you.”

  The pink man nodded. “I’ll be glad to, Captain sir.” He went from pink to nearly red. “Um, I’m pretty good with my Earth shuttle, but this Joshadan thing is giving us fits. We’re having some problems figuring it out. I’m not so sure we can dock it without doing some damage to both our vessels.”

  Tranis said, “We can lock traction on the shuttle and I can pilot it into a dock, Captain.”

  “Do it.”

  All four men hunched in the cramped confines of the Joshadan craft visibly relaxed. Georgehuberts said, “Jesus, Mohammed, and Moses, I’ll be glad to get out of this tiny ship. Thanks for the help, Captain Piras. I only hope we got here in time to save some of the people back on the colony. Those Tragooms are eating people and Joshadans.”

  Piras grimaced. “Yes, pilot, they have a nasty habit of that, along with other things. I’ll meet you in the dock. End communications.”

  The Earthers blinked out. Tranis put his attention to grabbing onto the nearing Joshadan vessel and guiding it to the destroyer’s landing bay.

  Piras said, “Lidon, with me. Commander Tranis, join us as soon as you’ve got that shuttle safely locked down.”

  “Yes Captain.”

  As Piras and Lidon hurried past his station, the weapons commander barked orders into the ship’s com system. “Security detail to Dock Seven, level alpha.”

  “They didn’t look demanding of alpha strength,” Piras muttered as they got into the intership transport.

  “I’m not going to take chances.”

  Tranis carefully steered the alien vessel closer to the ship. They’d been correct that there was a Tragoom attack fleet. The Kalquorian response was still days away, and the closest ships were only a little more than one hundred strong, half of what the Earthers said were out there.

  Those Earthers. They excited the Dramok’s imagination enough to distract him a little from the concern of a Tragoom attack force. They were so much like his own people, which somehow made their differences incredibly exotic. Too bad there weren’t females on that ship, because Tranis was eager to know what they looked like.

  He had an instant of imagining a female as pale as Pilot Georgehuberts and softly rounded like the communications officer. Now that would be something to see. Something amazing to touch. He hoped Earther women didn’t wear their hair as short as their male counterparts. Long, silky hair to go with a warm, yielding, pale body was an idea to his liking.

  Too much to his liking, it turned out. The warning ache in his groin made Tranis turn his thoughts away from alien women and focus his attention on his work. He wasn’t about to greet his first Earthers with an erection.

  * * * *

  As soon as Tranis’ shift was over, he went to Degorsk’s quarters. The Imdiko let him in with a welcoming smile. His wonderful ass was on full display.

  Tranis let his eyes linger over the mold hanging on Degorsk’s wall, thinking about how as nice as the sculptural piece was, the real thing was so much more delightful. How it jerked beneath a strap. How warm it felt under his hands. Damn it, was he getting hard again? He was as bad as a pubescent youngling today.

  “I see your delicious ass has moved locations.”

  Degorsk grimaced. “I was forced to take it out of my office. Lidon says he doesn’t want other Nobeks seeing it and getting ideas, so I was to move it to a private setting or face the consequences. You’d think we were clanned.”

  “I believe that’s where his intentions lie. He won’t accept a Dramok who won’t make you part of the deal.” Tranis thought the pair were a pretty good deal too.

  Degorsk rolled his eyes theatrically. “The pressures of being adored.”

  “He’s on a double shift to prepare for whatever lies ahead.” Which left the Imdiko alone during his off-duty hours.

  “I know. He’s already raided me for stim tabs to get through until the day shift.”

  Tranis eyed Degorsk, trying to gauge his mood. “Has he told you the situation we’re going into?”

  “Enough that I’m wishing I was anywhere but on a destroyer.” The doctor drew in a breath. “An actual Tragoom invasion fleet. So was my idea correct on what the attacks on the colonies were about?”

  Tranis nodded. “It looks that way, according to what the Earthers told us. We think their plan was to take out a large part of the border alarms and defenses before infiltration. That way, we wouldn’t be warned when the main fleet crossed into our territory. With our forces scattered throughout the Empire, the Tragoom fleet might be big enough to get to the home world and actually hold it long enough to do serious harm.”

  “If the Tragooms don’t turn on each other first.” Degorsk sounded hopeful.

  Tranis snagged the Imdiko’s long braid from where it draped over his shoulder. He stroked the thick, soft plait and then began to loosen it. “They’ll do a lot of damage even if they do start fighting amongst themselves.”

  “Don’t I know it.” Degorsk looked unhappy but determined. Tranis decided he was handling his emotions well. Lidon’s therapeutic discipline had done a lot to release the Imdiko’s traumatic weight.

  He had a feeling Degorsk was going to need another emotional release after the confrontation with the would-be invaders. The coming battle promised to be deadly, and their destroyer would be in the thick of it. The thought that it might be bad enough for the doctor to resign his commission gave Tranis an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. Life would definitely lose some of its spark without the Imdiko around.

  Degorsk’s curious voice brought Tranis out of his reverie. “So tell me about the Earthers. Are they really similar to us?”

  “More so than I imagined. It’s got me thinking about the old Lost Tribe legend.”

  “You really think we might have a common ancestry? Because if we do, there’s a small chance we could interbreed with them.”

  “That would be a thought.” Tranis’ fantasy of a pale, curvy female returned, and he was abruptly, shockingly hard. Spicy arousal scent flooded the air.

  Degorsk laughed and tugged his now-freed flood of hair out of Tranis’ hands. He shook it out, letting it settle around to
frame his torso. “Are they that attractive?”

  Tranis shrugged. “All I saw were the men. They don’t do much for me. One was nearly as fit as we are, but the rest were too skinny or soft. And only one had any real height to him, but he was still shorter than our average.”

  “You like something about them.” Degorsk ogled Tranis’ unrepentant erection.

  Tranis chuckled at his own stampeding libido. “I was wondering if the women were as varied. I couldn’t help but imagine one with fairer skin. Really light in contrast with our coloring. Not so slender like the one man, but having yielding flesh, all rounded and curved.”

  He was making things worse. His cocks throbbed. Tranis shook himself to release the fantasy that wouldn’t let go of his imagination.

  Degorsk grinned. “She sounds absolutely wonderful. I’d like to meet such a woman myself.”

  “Maybe it will happen. Who knows?” Tranis looked the Imdiko over. “Meanwhile, I’m perfectly happy with what is in front of me.”

  Degorsk took a step back and sat on the edge of his sleeping mat. He reached and grabbed a handful of Tranis’ straining crotch. “Prove it.”

  Tranis groaned to have that firm grasp on his dicks. He didn’t resist as Degorsk pulled him close. The Imdiko opened Tranis’ formsuit, spilling his eager flesh out.

  Every sense came to life as Degorsk kissed the tip of Tranis’ smaller cock, then the larger. Tranis closed his eyes, letting the delicious sensations take him over. Soft lips delighting his lengths with moist kisses. Wet, scratchy tongue laving him, making him harder, wetter. Warm, decadent mouth enclosing his eager cocks. The sound of a throat working as it swallowed the lubricating juices pouring from his skin. A hot, tight fist gripping the base of the secondary cock, pulling on his flesh, making things inside go tight. Hungry mouth driving over the larger prick, sucking him again and again, releasing slowly as that knowing tongue rubbed over the pulsing vein beneath.

  A knot of hot tension grew at the bases of Tranis’ cocks. It moved, slowly filling the rear one, making it swell bigger and harder in Degorsk’s fist. The pressure kept growing until that prick couldn’t take anymore. It began to spill into his primary dick, heat starting to surge beyond Tranis’ limits. He gasped, his eyes flying open.

  “Hold … hold on, Imdiko. I’m about to come.”

  Degorsk didn’t release his lower cock, but his mouth stopped its incredible work on the other. The medic’s purple eyes flicked up to gaze into Tranis’ face. A mischievous smile played around his lips, and he reached to the back of his belt as if searching for something.

  “I’m certainly not ready for you to do that,” he said. He released Tranis’ cock and transferred something from one hand to the other. He abruptly grabbed both of Tranis’ wrists, then stood, shoving the Dramok back a step.

  Tranis had only an instant to feel something binding his arms before Degorsk twisted him around and shoved him facedown onto the sleeping mat. He realized the Imdiko had put hover cuffs on him, but he was too busy instinctively putting his hands out to stop his fall.

  “What?” he cried as his palms slammed down on the bedding.

  Degorsk was laughing as he said, “Pin subject in place.”

  Just like that, Tranis’ hands and forearms were glued to the mat. He yanked against the cuffs, knowing the futility of struggle but unable to keep from doing it anyway.

  He twisted his head to bare his fangs at Degorsk. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  Degorsk was busy stripping, revealing his body and avid cocks. “Showing a young Dramok that Imdikos sometimes like to be on top.”

  “You bastard! Let me go.”

  The Imdiko cocked an eyebrow at him. “Now Tranis, relax. You know how good a dick up your ass feels.”

  “I know no such thing!”

  Degorsk looked startled for an instant. Then he grinned. Then he started laughing. “Commander, are you a virgin?”

  Tranis scowled, feeling his face flush with humiliation. “Of course not! I fucked you, didn’t I?”

  Degorsk had his formsuit and boots off now. He worked the seams of Tranis’ formsuit, baring him even as he continued to chuckle. “I mean an ass virgin. Oh my, I knew you were a dominant bastard, but I never thought you hadn’t been on the bottom before!” He gave Tranis’ naked ass a slap.

  Tranis growled, only partly from the sting. “I have been on the bottom. Twice. I hated it.”

  Degorsk finally stopped laughing. He stroked Tranis’ butt. “Sounds to me like you weren’t with very good lovers.”

  The Dramok barely contained a shiver as the other man’s caresses made his cocks ache anew. When he got his hands on that damned doctor…

  “I think I’m just not suited for being on the bottom. I will certainly not be topped by an Imdiko. Let me up now. That’s an order, Degorsk.”

  Degorsk continued to fondle his buttocks. A finger traced the crack of his ass, and Tranis did shiver then.

  The Imdiko said softly, “We’re not on duty, Tranis. And I am not going to let you up until I’ve filled you with my cock. Properly, so that you enjoy it.”

  He suddenly grabbed a handful of the Dramok’s hair, pulling his head back as he straddled the younger man’s body. Tranis yelped, surprised to be dominated by the doctor. By an Imdiko. While his mouth was open with the cry, Degorsk took advantage of it, pressing a demanding kiss to Tranis’ lips. His tongue swept in, tasting the Dramok thoroughly.

  Tranis tried to jerk away. His tongue shoved at Degorsk’s, trying to push it out of his mouth. He couldn’t break free, couldn’t stop that insistent kiss from having its way. Damn it, Degorsk tasted good, all male, all lust. And he knew how to tease Tranis’ senses until he couldn’t think of resisting. The Imdiko’s tongue stroked his mouth, searching, tasting, discovering until Tranis was moaning and kissing him back, his ability to think wiped clean.

  Adding to the luscious possession were those fingers tracing up and down the crevice of Tranis’ ass, pausing to circle his anus with a touch that made everything in his groin clench tight. The Dramok parted his thighs without realizing it, offering more for the gentle fondling. His ass rose off the mat, encouraging more play. Degorsk’s stroking fingers wandered to his cocks, sliding over the wet flesh until Tranis cried out. Then he went back to Tranis’ anus. A slippery finger settled on the aperture and pushed in.

  It didn’t hurt, but memories of pain flooded in as Degorsk pumped a long, thick finger in and out of Tranis’ ass. The Dramok screamed his denial and fought, kicking and bucking against the other man, trying to dislodge the invasion. Degorsk let go of his hair. His grip suddenly settled around Tranis’ main cock, and he squeezed.

  The air left Tranis’ body in an instant and he froze. Degorsk’s grip ached, just a hairsbreadth from actual pain. The Dramok rolled his wide-eyed gaze back to take in the Imdiko’s set expression.

  Degorsk said, “Behave yourself if you want to keep both cocks.”

  Tranis swallowed. “You wouldn’t.”

  The Imdiko rolled his eyes. “Fine, I won’t rip it off. But I will hurt you to make you behave. A Dramok isn’t always in charge, you know. Sometimes he lets his clanmates take the lead for the good of all. Even his Imdiko. I’m ready to give you that lesson.”

  Tranis’ brows drew together. “The Dramok is the leader.”

  Another eyeroll. “The smart Dramok steps aside in matters he is not the expert on. Would you tell me, an Imdiko doctor, how to perform surgery just because you’re a Dramok?”

  “Of course not.” Tranis tried to shift a bit, trying to find a way to relieve some of that aching pressure Degorsk was putting on his cock. All that got him was Degorsk sticking another finger up his ass. He groaned. That part didn’t hurt, but he remembered all too well how things in his butt could be painful.

  Degorsk continued to speak, all the while working the tight ring of Tranis’ anus, loosening him for use. “Nor would I let you command me in a medical setting. In things I know, I insist on taking t
he lead. And I know quite a bit about sex, my controlling Dramok.”

  “But you’re an Imdiko.”

  The medic sighed. “Imdiko doesn’t equal submissive. True, I am the gentler breed of our people, but I also have my assertive tendencies. And just as I need to express when I’m feeling pain, I need to express my dominance sometimes as well.”

  Tranis couldn’t help the snarl that twisted his face. “So do it with another Imdiko.”

  Degorsk answered the snarl with one of his own. “I prefer the challenge of a stubborn Dramok. Besides, you need to know how it feels to be on the receiving end. No Imdiko will clan with a Dramok who doesn’t intimately understand what it means to surrender himself.”

  Tranis clenched his teeth. He didn’t want to be on the bottom. He desperately didn’t want Degorsk’s fat cock up his ass. Despite all that, he did understand what Degorsk was telling him. Worst of all, he knew the Imdiko was right.

  “Fuck!” he swore.

  Degorsk grinned. “Oh, I plan to. The question is, will I have to do so with you fighting me the whole way?”

  “I can’t talk you out of this?”

  “No. Just as it was good for me to take a beating and unleash my pent-up angst, it’s good for you to get your ass filled with a cock.” Degorsk pressed a gentle kiss to the Dramok’s temple. “Don’t worry, Tranis. I promise to be gentle. You might even be surprised how good I can make it feel.”

  “Bastard.” Tranis considered. He was going to get assfucked. There was no way around it. There was also no way his dominant nature would not kick in once Degorsk started shoving his cock in. Tranis knew he wouldn’t be able to resist fighting the Imdiko. His feet and legs were still free, and that was more than enough liberty for him to do some damage to the other man.

  He could possibly hurt Degorsk badly. Tranis swallowed, knowing without another set of hovercuffs immobilizing his legs, there was only one option left. One he really hated because it meant giving over every bit of control he had. Still, it was the only way he could guarantee the Imdiko’s safety. For some reason, that was more important than avoiding the reaming he was about to get.