Badland Warriors: Spartans

Badland Warriors: Spartans
Marteeka Karland
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Copyright ©2011 Marteeka Karland

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Lysander stood with one leg resting on a fallen log. Bent at the waist, he rested one forearm on his knee and looked over his shoulder at the man madly thrusting into him from behind. Thanos had his eyes closed and a look of utter ecstasy on his face. Lysander grinned. The younger man was entirely too repressed.

Thanos was his shield mate, but the man didn't generally relieve his sexual urges with either Lysander or Calix. Thanos had been grown in a different pod, and had only recently joined Lysander and Calix. Their own pod and shield mate had been killed and meeting Thanos had filled a gaping hole. Apparently, Thanos's podmates had been much like Thanos was. Genetically similar to a true Spartan, but reeducated enough during growth to try to repress their nature.

It had been several weeks since they'd been out of the Badlands long enough to find a soothing bar or any kind of willing female for him to sate his lust with. Now, Thanos was feeling the discomfort every man felt when he was unable to release built-up tension after battle.

Thanos pounded his cock inside Lysander's ass with abandon. Face contorted with pleasure, muscles bunched and strained, and body coated with sweat, Thanos gripped Lysander's hips tightly as he thrust with almost punishing force. Lysander stroked his own cock lazily. He wasn't usually in this position, being the most aggressive of the three, but if it was what Thanos needed, he was gladly willing to provide.

Lounging with eyes closed to slits, Calix watched them, his own dick resting against one thigh. Occasionally it would twitch with interest, but Calix wouldn't join them until Thanos was finished. It made Thanos uncomfortable, and Calix respected Thanos enough to keep to himself.

It didn't stop Lysander from wishing Thanos would embrace their natural attraction to each other. It was ingrained into their genetic make up. Spartans had traditionally taken their pleasure with one another while away from their women. Lysander and Calix understood that and accepted that part of their personality. Thanos had just enough genetic alteration to fight what was natural. He and Calix didn't condemn him for it; they simply tried to support him when he needed it.

Like now.

"Feel good?" Lysander asked his question in a gruff voice, his own pleasure heady enough to affect him greatly.

"Yeah. You're wrapped around me so tight..."

"That's it, Thanos. Take what you need."

"Aries' balls, I'm coming!"

Thanos thrust like mad. The pounding Lysander was taking only fueled his own lust, and he stroked his cock with more vigor. The slight discomfort mingled with the pleasure to create a heady and intense sensation that always excited him.

A couple more thrusts, and Thanos roared his climax. Sweat poured from Thanos in the thick jungle heat as he rested his head on Lysander's shoulder. It took him a moment to regain his composure, but until he did, Lysander let him take any comfort he needed. He knew from experience Thanos wouldn't seek either of them out again for several weeks, and only then if he hadn't found a willing woman to sate his lust with.

"I'm tired of this, Ly." Thanos's voice was soft and breathy. "I need..."

"I know, Than. I just wish you'd realize we're in this together. Cal and I realize you need a woman, but we can all three ease our bodies until we find the right woman. It would be much more satisfying."

Thanos was breathing hard, but he pushed himself away from Lysander and nodded to his friend and partner. "Just give me some time."