Chapter 3: Death by Sex Crazed Castithan
Datak looked at his timepiece once again, anger rearing its ugly head as he waited impatiently for Nolan. He'd told him ten minutes. It was already ten and a half minutes. Datak was about to march down the stairs and drag Nolan into the bar by his earlobe when the Lawkeeper finally rounded the corner.
"It's about time, Nolan," Datak huffed impatiently.
"Sorry, but I ran into Tommy. He wanted to know where Irisa was, and it's not like I'm late."
"It has now been exactly eleven minutes."
Nolan smiled. He couldn't help himself. He was one minute late, one damn minute. How anal could this Castithan be?
"I'm glad you're amused. If you'd rather not do this…"
"Stop, Datak. I was one minute late. That doesn't mean that I don't want to do this. I'm sorry," Nolan said, trying to placate Datak.
"Come this way, Nolan," Datak said with a little less irritation.
Nolan followed Datak down the hall and into a room with a king size bed. A bottle of wine sat chilling in a bucket on the bureau and a fire burned low in the fireplace.
Datak closed and locked the door behind them. "Do you want a drink?" He asked.
"Not now, Datak. I've waited all week for this moment."
"What do you want, Nolan?" Datak asked seductively.
"I want you to take off your clothes. I want to watch you. I didn't get much of a look last time."
"I didn't get any look at all, so I'll let you watch me, if you'll return the favor," Datak replied.
"It's a deal," Nolan said with a grin.
Datak started with his jacket. He took it off, folded it neatly in half, and hung it over the back of a chair.
Nolan pulled up the other chair and sat down to enjoy the show.
Datak planned on making this torturous for Nolan, just a little payback for him being late. He slowly unbuttoned each button on his shirt, one by one, until just a bit of flesh showed. He smirked to himself when he caught the look of total rapture on Nolan's face.
Datak brushed a stray lock of hair out of his eyes before unclasping the chain around his waist and ever so slowly lowering his zipper. Just as he'd toed off his shoes, Datak heard what sounded like a sharp intake of breath. He looked up in time to see Nolan on his feet and moving rapidly toward him.
In a split second, Nolan had him pinned to the bed. "Too slow," Nolan growled as he crushed his lips to Datak's.
Nolan plundered the Castithan's mouth, nipping, sucking, tongues intertwining until both men were panting for air. The tables had turned, it seemed. Datak somehow found himself flat on his back on the bed, completely stripped of his clothing, wondering when that had happened.
"Waaait," Datak drawled. "You said you'd to let me watch."
"You can look all you like later, Datak. I want you now."
The Castithan wasn't about to argue with the Lawkeeper. Nolan really was eager, much to Datak's delight.
Nolan stood up, pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. He kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his pants, pushed them down his legs, and whipped them off in one fluid motion. It was the fastest striptease that Datak had ever saw, but at least this time he'd gotten a good look at Nolan's ass, and it was a damn fine ass indeed.
Datak moaned softly as Nolan lay down on top of him. He started behind Datak's ear, kissing and licking gently, then moving back to his mouth for more languid kisses. The Lawkeeper mapped every inch of Datak's mouth with his tongue before licking a wet stripe down his throat.
Nolan traced a line down the middle Datak's chest and back up again, swirling his tongue around each nipple. The Castithan shivered as Nolan sucked one hard nub into his mouth while his hands roved freely over Datak's body. 'Much better', Datak thought. This was a definite improvement over that blasted wall.
After thoroughly exploring, both of Datak's nipples, Nolan moved lower, swirling his tongue around his navel. Nolan could be a tease as well. His tongue darted out swiftly, barely grazing the tip of Datak's hard cock.
"Please," Datak murmured.
"Please, what?" Nolan asked.
"Please, no more teasing," Datak replied.
Nolan grinned. "What do you want, Datak?"
"I want you… want to feel you inside me."
Nolan growled again as his mouth fully engulfed Datak's cock. The slide of tongue against the underside and along the hard ridge had Datak writhing in ecstasy.
"Oh," Datak gasped. He wouldn't hold out long if Nolan kept up that pace and he really didn't want to come in the Lawkeeper's mouth. "Stop, Nolan. If you don't…"
Nolan pulled off the Castithan's cock with a wet pop, knowing that Datak was way too close. The Lawkeeper had other plans for that cock and none of them included any premature emissions.
Datak's heart raced as Nolan's deft fingers gently spread his ass cheeks wide and he first felt the long, slick tongue embed itself inside his puckered entrance. He squirmed and bucked wildly at the sensation, but stopped instantly upon command.
"Hold still, Datak," Nolan growled.
Sweat beaded on Datak's forehead as his tight ring of muscles loosened considerably under Nolan's skillful maneuvers.
"Please…" Datak begged.
Nolan plunged his tongue in and out of Datak's quivering hole repeatedly, driving him to the brink of insanity, before mercilessly dragging him back from the edge. Nolan reached over and grabbed the tube of lube that was conveniently sitting on the bedside table. After slicking his cock in a hurry, Nolan spread Datak's legs wider and slipped his body in between them.
Datak's eyes rolled back in his head when Nolan leisurely stroked his cock and then raised the Castithan's legs to his shoulders. He positioned the head of his large member at Datak's relaxed entrance and slid into him with a monumental thrust. Datak moaned and clawed at the bed covers as the thing inside of him pulsed with a life of its own. Fire burned in Datak's loins and twisted in his gut as the Lawkeeper drove into him with deep, undulating strokes.
Growls rumbled through Nolan's chest with every slam of his hips, pressing Datak further into the bed.
Nolan caressed Datak's inner thigh and lightly grazed a thumbnail over the tip of his cock. Datak tensed, breath catching in his throat as the Lawkeeper started stroking his cock in earnest.
Nolan pounded into him with ferocity, hitting his prostate with each trust. Nolan's body vibrated with passion as he neared his peak. Thrusting one last time, Nolan howled and spilled his seed deep inside Datak's ass with the force of a tidal wave. From one final twist to his cock, Datak followed Nolan over the cliff with a shout, spaying his hot spunk across Nolan's chest and stomach.
Datak gasped for air as Nolan lowered his legs gently and moved to his side. He cradled the breathless Castithan in his arms and stroked his back soothingly until Datak's breathing calmed.
Datak knew that he was well and truly fucked now as coherent thought finally started to filter back into his brain. That was the best sex he'd ever had and he knew that nothing again would ever measure up to what he'd just experienced. He had the sneaking suspicion that Nolan felt the same way, as the Lawkeeper held him close and nuzzled his neck lovingly.
Datak awoke to warm breath blowing in his ear and a hard member poking him in the back. It took him a second to realize where he was and who he was with, but as the memory of incredible sex broke through his sleepy haze, his own cock stirred with renewed interest.
Datak rolled over to face his amorous lover. Nolan was awake and smiling at him.
"Ready for another go I see," Datak said with amusement.
"I am, but we're a bit sticky, don't you think? I thought you said something about a bath."
"Ah, yes, I did. Through that door on the left is a Castithan bath, hot and ready for us. I had Kenya install it just for me or visiting Castithan dignitaries."
"I'm impressed, Datak. Maybe we should take advantage of it."
"I agree. The Castithan bath is a wonderful thing and I would love to show you the many delights it has to offer."
"Lead the way then, Datak," Nolan replied with a grin. "I can't wait to experience these delights for myself."
Datak laughed as he got up, pulling Nolan with him in the process. He hit the com, laying on the night stand, calling for someone to come up and change the bedding while they were in the bath. He wanted everything fresh, once they returned to the bed.
Datak led the Lawkeeper by the hand into the steam filled room and down the steps to the warm water. The temperature was perfect, not too hot, not too cold, but just right. Nolan sighed blissfully as he sank into the bubbling depths.
"Nice, isn't it?" Datak asked.
"Mm, very nice," Nolan agreed. "I may have to get one of these things for the office."
"I can get you a good price too," Datak said with a laugh.
"Thanks, but now, I'm in need of something else." To prove his point, Nolan reached down and tugged gently on Datak's cock.
"I'll see what I can do, but first, we need to wash off our last go round."
From a dish sitting on the edge of the bath, Datak poured some sweet-smelling liquid into his hands and rubbed them together. He lathered up the Lawkeeper's chest, arms, and back, massaging the muscles of Nolan's neck, and continuing on until he'd covered Nolan in the foamy substance.
'This was the life,' Nolan thought. He could get used to it real fast.
Nolan followed Datak's lead. He poured some of the soap into his hands and started washing the Castithan from head to toe. As his hands ran over creamy white skin, Nolan pulled Datak close and kissed him hungrily.
Datak kissed back with enthusiasm, straddling Nolan's hips as he wrapped his legs around the Lawkeeper's waist. Nolan lifted him up slightly by the butt cheeks and positioned the Castithan directly over his erect cock. Datak remained fairly pliant from their earlier coupling, so gripping Nolan's waist tighter with his knees, he slid down the Lawkeeper's member with only a little coaxing.
They groaned in unison as their bodies melded together once more, the steam from the bath elevating the heat in the room three-fold. Datak rocked gently on the Lawkeeper's cock, slow and steady, while Nolan fondled his ass and made a delicious meal of his neck.
Datak moved his head to find Nolan's mouth. They kissed with abandon, tongues driving in, and plunging deep until the rocking grew to a frantic level. Nolan threw his head back, bucking his hips up, and groaned loudly as he came inside Datak. Nolan still had presence of mind left though, to hold Datak with one arm while he stroked the Castithan to completion using his free hand.
Datak screamed something in his native language as the orgasm washed over him. He panted heavily, clinging to the Lawkeeper until he was able to untangle his legs from around Nolan's waist.
"Fuck," Nolan groaned as they sat side by side in the bath, gently petting each other.
"Excuse me, but I thought that's what we just did?" Datak said with a smirk.
"You're going to kill me," Nolan replied.
"Wait, we haven't had dinner yet, and we'll have fresh bedding to get back into afterwards."
Nolan laughed. "Just how many times can you do it in one evening?"
"I can go all night, Nolan, all night," Datak replied seriously.
'Damn', Nolan thought. He bet the sex crazed Castithan could too. Yup, it was definitely going to kill him… no doubt about it.
Kenya was sitting at the bar, sipping on her drink as a million thoughts jumbled together in her head. On the one hand, she still cared for Nolan, but on the other hand, she cared deeply for Stahma as well. It was all so confusing. Seeing her former lover walk right by her without even an acknowledgement had hurt her. She wasn't exactly sure how she felt about the situation, but realistically, this could prove the best thing for all parties involved. If Datak was busy with Nolan, then he'd be less likely to pay as close attention to what his wife was doing.
Kenya swallowed her drink down in one gulp and promptly ordered another. She needed to think the matter through. She planned to tell Stahma everything. The Castithan woman had a right to know what her husband was up to. Unfortunately, she didn't think it would change their predicament, maybe only buy them some time in the long run. She'd never heard of a Castithan divorce, didn't even know if one was possible, but she had to try, consequences be damned.
Tommy and Irisa sat at a table in the far right corner of the NeedWant. Tommy watched Irisa, with great scrutiny, as her gaze drifted between Kenya and the stairway. Nothing seemed out-of-place, except for the fact that Kenya didn't have any clients this evening. She'd been at the bar for hours now, with no sign of Nolan anywhere. He'd been upstairs with Datak a long time.
Irisa watched Kenya intently. Something wasn't right. As she stared at the woman, Irisa's head fell forward and she found it increasingly difficult to breath. Suddenly, the bar was empty, all but for one lone Castithan male, shouting something angrily.
As Irisa scanned the room, she noticed a body on the floor, and then another body a few feet away. Blood, there was so much blood. The walls of the NeedWant ran red with blood spatter and the dark-haired woman's lifeless eyes stared up at her unseeing. Irisa gasped, trying hard to move, but she seemed riveted to the spot.
She looked toward the other woman, her once white robe stained crimson, as viscous liquid poured from the wound across her throat. It wasn't real. Irisa knew she'd fallen into another vision, but she couldn't pull herself out of it. Sukar never taught her how to control it. She looked back toward the middle of the room and the man she'd seen there before.
Datak's wild eyes locked with hers for just a moment. He was still screaming something unintelligible as the knife he held in his right hand dripped with the life essence of the two dead women.
She was running now, running out of the bar and away from the horror within. Fresh air hit her in the face and wind whipped through her hair as she ran. Irisa couldn't stop running. She ran through the night, crying helplessly until something slammed into her, bringing her to her knees.
"Irisa," Tommy yelled as he shook her. "Please, what happened in there? You were babbling something about death and blood."
Irisa sagged in Tommy's arms, still shaking as the vision started to recede. However, a few moments late, she shoved Tommy away roughly. "I'm fine," she shouted. "Fine, now leave me alone."
"You're not fine, and I'm not going to leave you alone. I'm taking you back to my place. We'll let Nolan fend for himself."
Tommy picked Irisa up off the ground, half carrying her, half dragging her back to his place. She wasn't fine and she wasn't going to push him away this time. With fierce determination, Tommy vowed to make Irisa see how much he cared for her, one way or another.