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A Hrothgar's Special Welcome

Written by AlexNightmurr

Edited by MercerV & Whitefluff

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In the Copperbell Mines, there is no shortage of work needing to be done, and there is none more suited to the task of mining than Hrothgars. Thanks to their brawn, they're able to work night and day mining. For Nomifuki, who has come from a background of hunting and providing for his tribe, mining is no work at all. To even get these muscles in the first place, he would've needed to work hard. Oh, and he plays hard too... but that's for another time.

Nomifuki is one such Hrothgar who has migrated to mainland Eorzea, choosing, of all places, to make a modest home in Ul'dah. But as soon as he arrived, he found the living spaces of Ul'dah to be rather cramped. After all, the city is backed up with Ala Mihgan refugees and, much to Nomifuki's surprise, even the city's own citizens can be seen begging in the streets and sleeping in wind-tattered tents just outside the city gates.

Nevertheless, Nomifuki was excited about his new job. Being a Hrothgar miner was, surprisingly, a well-paid job in this day and age, but that's thanks in part to the Gigas research ongoing at the Copperbell Mines. Ever since the famed Warrior of Light had slain most of their number, the heads in charge of the excavation reconsidered their approach and decided to find a new home for the remaining giants. The scholars certainly appreciate the peace at least, as there is a lot to learn about the ancient races of Eorzea.

Nomifuki was having a drink at the Quicksand when Momodi handed him the letter. It entailed the terms and conditions of his employment, as well as who will be employing him. When he read the name and saw the enclosed picture, Nomifuki damn well near spat out his drink in surprise.

View the illustration: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44261495/

It was his tribe leader from Mt. Gagazet. He'd been absent from the tribe for a few years now and Nomifuki always wondered where he went. Now, his age-old question was answered. His tribe leader saw it fit to make a home in Ul'dah, just like him. 'From rags to riches', they say, but to the Hrothgar, moving away from the tribe simply means 'from days filled with sex, food and drink, to a boring, modest, uneventful life in Eorzea'. That was the consensus that was shared amongst his fellow Hrothgar compatriots once Nomifuki announced that he will leave for Ul'dah. But he knows that life is much more than sex.

What prompted his tribe leader to leave is still a mystery to Nomi, but he can only assume that he too, wished to live life like so many are living it, not cooped up, away in the jungle and mountains, part of the secret Hrothgar society. Some men are just born to be ambitious and adventurous, and Nomi can guess that this 'Carl' (his tribe leader) is like him too.

_("'Carl.' What a decisively conventional name...") _Nomifuki thought to himself. His friend has changed with age. It also explains the crude handwriting. The old man most likely doesn't know how to write a word with more than two syllables out.

His tribe leader also has had to conform to Eorzea's customs, it would seem. Hrothgars who hail from tribal backgrounds are often given complicated names, and so they must simplify them for the benefit of the dim-witted Eorzeans (Hrothgar don't think of them highly).

Once he read the paper and saw his old pal's name written on it, Nomifuki scoffed. He expected anyone but him.

At the tribe, Carl was known as a 'Myedicul,' which means 'one true male.' As part of their worship of masculinity, the tribe leader was always the strongest, muskiest and (maybe) the oldest out of them all. He was the pinnacle of masculinity, but many knew him better as the 'daddy.'

And now, in a peculiar twist of fate, his tribe leader is his boss.

Nomifuki sighed as he set down his drink and stood up, turning to leave. It has been years since the two Hrothgars have seen each other, and now Nomifuki is itching for a reunion.

Momodi, the barkeep, suddenly rushed up to the grey-furred beast.

"Sit down, lad! You're going awfully early, don't you want to celebrate your newfound employment?" she boasted, carrying an extra mug of beer.

Nomifuki just smiled and waved his hand,

"Haha, it's no worry, miss. I've got to rest up for tomorrow."

She looked a bit sad at his answer, drooping her head slightly.

"Hmm... true, you are a miner now, after all. I had hoped to hear about your tribe some more. Hrothgar culture is fascinating!"

Nomifuki nodded.

"Yes, perhaps I can share the tale when I next return here." He replied kindly.

"That would be after work, right?" Momodi's eyes lit up.

Nomifuki gave her a modest thumbs-up.

"Aye, it will be."

--The next morning

("The Garleans were right about one thing...") Nomifuki thought to himself as he walked through the empty, expansive streets of Ul'dah on his way to work. As he set his sights upward, the clouds parted and sun glared into his eyes, with the brisk morning breeze flowing through his nose. Today was going to be a good day, he could just tell.

View the illustration: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44261520/

Ever since he bared his eyes upon the sorry state of Ul'dah, Nomifuki has been determined to move onto greener pastures.

("Living somewhere peaceful in La Noscea sounds ideal... Maybe a little hovel somewhere to myself, up in the mountains where none can bother me.")

It could simply be due to his Hrothgar nature that he longs for a home in the mountains.

After all, Nomifuki hails from the most ancient and revered of Hrothgar tribe - that being the one in Mt. Gagazet.

Hrothgar history spans so far back that, at one point, they had their own language.

"Hagazar..." Nomifuki whispered out to himself. That was the name of his tribe, meaning "man" in ancient Hrothgar. There are so many ways to say 'man' in their language (but of course there is...), whereas in Eorzean, it would just mean 'male' or 'of a man,' 'Hagazar' had a deeper meaning of virility, masculinity, and pride to Hrothgar.

'Hagazar' referred to a group of virile males, of which his tribe certainly was - or, well, still is. Hrothgar tribes are still alive and well in Hydalean, it's just that Nomi, within a few weeks of living in Ul'dah, has got so accustomed to modern life that he feels like it should be all left in the past.

However, some customs he really liked... for example, the normalisation of masturbation and nudity.

When he was in his adolescence at the tribe, he was a shy boy, but by the Twelve, did he realise his attraction for men, with no doubt in his mind at all that he was a musk-loving, dick-slurping, pit-sniffing homosexual. Maybe that was the point of the tribe's culture - to tear away labels of sexuality. Even self-proclaimed 'pussy slayers' and 'breeders' from the tribe wouldn't turn down a handjob or blowjob from a fellow male of the tribe. For Hrothgar, there is no such thing as being completely straight.

("Aye, those were good times...")

The biggest surprise Nomifuki had when he moved to Eorzea, however, is learning that his previous tribe chief, his 'Myedicul'1, had moved to Ul'dah several years before him and is now in charge of the Copperbell Mines excavation.

--At the site of the mines, on the day before Nomi's first day at his new job...

View the illustration: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44261544/

Nomifuki had arranged to meet his new boss "Carl" at Western Thanalan, just north of Horizon, at the site of the mines where he would be working.

Once Nomi walked up the wind-swept path, seeing the overly muscular, ridiculously tall figure of his new 'boss' in the distance, he knew it was none other than his Myedicul1.

Carl opened his arms with a wide smile on his face; he was unbelievably happy to see his young pupil again.

"Nomi-stick! It's so good seeing you again, friend!" Carl let out a guffawing laugh as he scratched the hair atop of Nomi's head, like a father does to his son.

*View the illustration: * https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44261561/

Nomi grumbled as he crossed his arms; he didn't like hearing that nickname again.

"Isn't that my name back from when I was a young lad? I'm no longer the skin and bones you remember me as, Dad..." Nomi had a habit of calling his tribe leader his father ever since he was young, whether that be from a lack of a real dad or something else, he just couldn't help it - it just felt right to him.

In any case, the nickname stuck, and Carl never minded it, even now.

Carl let out a small, private sob as he heard Nomi refer to him as 'Dad' for the first time in years. An emotional reunion, for sure, but one thing surprised him... his 'young lad' has blossomed into a real Hrothgar hunk in his absence.

Carl fell silent for a moment and seemed gobsmacked at Nomifuki's growth - he is now fully grown into a handsome Hrothgar that he is today, biceps bulging out his shirt at to a worrying degree (but, still, the sight is sure to make even the manliest of humans jealous).

View the illustration : https://twitter.com/nomifuki/status/1341895836721008640

"Oi, sonny boy, but you weren't joking about the fact that you aren't a stick anymore, eh..."

Carl's bravado screeched to a halt as his eyes scoured over every vein and muscle of Nomifuki's body, including his growth in height2. This man, who he once saw as his own foster son, had developed muscles that could easily choke out a willing human slave. Add to that his brawnier frame, which is the best fur pillow you could ask for.

(I bet many adventurers would jump at the chance to have a fluffy, strong Hrothgar accompany them on their quest to rid the world of evil).

"Give us a flex, boy," Carl whispered out, short of breath, panting like a dog.

"I want to see that bicep bulge."

Nomi gave a sexy smirk, rolled the sleeve of his shirt up, and curled his arm in front of the shocked old man.

He could see Carl swallow the lump in his throat as Nomi flashed his bicep muscles at him, bulging with strength and crisscrossed with multiple throbbing veins. Carl traced his big hand over it and gave it a light squeeze.

"Forget about the pickaxe. You can cut rocks with this thing!" Carl laughed again, but this time he sounded uneasy, like his masculinity was taken down a peg.

"It's all part of growing up, Dad," Nomi reassured him.

Carl could even spot the tufts of grey hair sprouting from the cat's pits with his sleeve rolled up. Nomi's shirt was drenched in sweat and clinging to his humid fur like superglue.

"Is the Thanalan heat already getting to you, lad?" Carl asked in a deep tone of voice.

Nomi just gave an embarrassed look and tried to wave the musk away from his shirt by pulling it away from his fur, but Carl stopped him.

"That's not very musk-friendly of you, Nomi-stick! You're supposed to keep the musk and stink!" Carl said with a desperate tone.

Nomi just rolled his eyes.

("So, you're still gonna call me a stick, huh...")

Overcome with pride, Carl patted Nomi on the back so forcefully that it nearly made him lose balance.

"Hah, but you certainly look the part of a sweaty Hrothgar miner!" Carl drew Nomi into a headlock and, while doing so, the younger Hrothgar was reminded of how big and brutish his tribe leader is in comparison to him3.

Nomi moaned to himself during the rough headlock and felt his cock throb between his legs. His head was thrown back and forth by Carl's uncaring noogie. Though it was all in the name of love, Nomifuki couldn't help but notice the texture of his boss's armpit hair tickling at the back of his neck during the headlock.

Carl took Nomi's whimpers as a good sign and saw it fit to travel his big hand up Nomi's seeping shirt, his leathery, calloused fingers flowing through the man's drenched, heady fur. He smelt in the young man's neck, gauging the intensity of his musk, his nose buried under the tuft of his grey fur.

A visible tent could now be seen in Nomi's slacks because of all this teasing.

"Mmm... now that's what I'm talking about... You smell like a real man."

"Mhh... Yeah?" Nomi moaned out in a slightly girlish voice as he let his daddy play with his bulge and body. Carl knew his way around a man and hit all the right spots just to make his son squirm.

"Yeah, boy," Carl thirstily licked Nomi's ear, leaving a trail of ravenous spit on the fluff of his cheek. Carl pulled Nomi closer to him, until he was pressing his strong chest against his sinewy back. The intensity of the musk that is rising from his boss's chest, nearly knocked the lad. It has the scent of a strong aftershave, but instead of a smell that is kind to the nose, the tribe leader's scent has always had a habit of sending his boy's throat dry, his dick to painfully throb against the fabric of his slacks, and for his nostrils to instinctively flare, in order to subconsciously take in more of that Myedicul's scent.

"Enjoying the smell of a true alpha, boy?" Carl's deep voice boomed out to Nomi, making his spine tingle.

"Y-Yeah," Nomi uttered out, his voice hoarse. When it is, in fact, just Carl's earthy musk that makes his throat dry and his eyes roll to the back of his head as if the very smell were a drug.

Carl raised his arm, the tuft of blonde fuzz unravelling and tickling Nomi in the face.

("Yeah, he really hasn't shaved... He's kept up the tradition all the way.")

"Before you start, I'll need you to sign the terms and agreements first."

Carl pushed Nomi's head forward, forcing the pit hairs up his nostrils.

"You gotta learn who's boss now. Did you think you could escape from me when you moved home, eh?" Carl snarled out.

"Go on, lick," he continued. "Get a taste of some real man funk on your tongue."

Nomi forced Carl's arm up so that he could have a full-course meal on that sludgy, hairy pit, licking from bottom to top of his underarm, dragging his tongue through the deep, coarse forest of blonde hair with confidence, burying his nose in any extra fluff he could find.

"This is heaven..." Nomi moaned out, his voice muffled.

The taste of Carl's musk was remarkable, salty and even the taste that lingered on his tongue was making Nomi's nose dry. The texture was just as earthy as his musk.

"Fuuuuck yeah boy, eat up daddy's pit,"

Thanks to his leader's encouragement, Nomi is determined to lick up every droplet of sweat and won't stop until Carl's underarm is shining with his spit, completely cleaned of funk and man-stink.

At this rate, he'll be here for hours to finish his 'task'.

"Alright, boy... Give me a break," Carl had to practically drag Nomi away from his pit, the lad eager to enact one of the many activities they did at the tribe, but this meeting did not allow for several hours of pit-munching.

Carl's distinctive blonde hairs clung to Nomi's face as he pulled back from the sauna-like heat of his pit, his face moist, licking his lips hungrily.

"But I want some more, daddy..."

Carl chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Already going in with the daddy talk, huh?"

Nomi blushed and looked down, only to see the outline of his thick cock pressing harshly against his slacks.

("Damn... I really gotta cum.")

Carl noticed Nomi's tension and invited to join him at the grassier part of the site.

Walking straight was a bit hard for Nomi when he had a massive boner vying for attention (a nine-inch hard dick that snakes down his leg), and the smell of his boss's musk wafting up to his nose.

Carl then unzipped his slacks, bringing out his semi-hard cock and Nomi took note of how nearly two inches of his shaft are hidden under his scraggly pube bush, resulting in yet another strong smell that makes him salivate.

Carl side-eyed his 'son'.

"...I just need a leak, boy. You should be happy that I don't mind an audience."

(" You're the one who told me to come over here... Damn, this old man is trying really hard to flirt with me, huh?").

There was an awkwardness hanging in the air - as if the two men were virgins who had never touched each before, but the truth is quite the opposite. They're just not fully acclimated to each other yet. Nomifuki wanted to say so much, but his horniness was getting the better of him.

("Yeah... It's just as good as I remember...")

"Have you grown a few inches since I last saw you?" Nomifuki blurted out suddenly, slightly flustered from seeing his tribe leader's dick after so long.

Carl seemed pleased with that statement, as if it was like telling an old man he doesn't look his age. The boss is glad that he's not fully overshadowed by his now-hunky son at the present.

"You can touch it if you really want," Carl said with a flirtatious tone, his eyes glancing over to Nomi's own packed bulge.

("He takes after his father, for sure...") he thought.

Nomifuki took that seriously and reached out to grab the older man's semi-hard cock. Once Carl felt Nomifuki's fingers wrap around his meat, he let out a light grunt while his cock thickened instantly in his son's grip.

"Yeah..." he breathed out, letting his cock become harder and harder from being touched by his pride and joy.

"Wanna aim it at that bush?"

Nomifuki did as his boss asked silently, enjoying the male-on-male contact a whole lot. It's been a while since he's got some action. Ever since he's moved to Eorzea, actually. The nation isn't as sex positive as he had hoped.

It's always fun to grip a dick, especially a large and meaty one, a weapon which Carl wields with pride befitting a former Hrothgar tribe leader.

The older man was curious and reached for Nomifuki's crotch as well, prompting the grey-furred cat to pull down his trousers and release his musky cock and balls.

"Damn son..." he gasped. "Forget about me, you're the one that's grown."

A stream of dark-orange piss shot out of Carl's foreskinned cock and the two men groaned while feeling each other's crotches up, Carl now giving Nomi's thick cock a good tug.

"Fuck yeah... letting out a leak next to my best buddy."

Carl's eyes winced from the pleasure of letting out a leak he's held in for a whole day and felt Nomifuki's cock getting fully hard in his hand until he was stroking all nine inches of that thick musky monster.

Nomi's big bulky arms were by his side as he was getting stroked off by his foster father, moaning to himself and bucking his hips ever so slightly, big nuts bouncing and droplets of sweat falling from his sack to the ground.

"Yeah... stroke me off man..." Nomifuki moaned out desperately.

"Arrr, 'yer a damn treasure trove of musk, boy. Have those cock 'n balls been in them mining slacks for too long or what?"

Nomifuki just squinted his eyes shut and nodded, swallowing dryly, and trying to catch his breath as his hormones went into overdrive.

"Y-Yeah, I've been needing a nice 'lil tug for a while, dad."

"Just stay like that, my boy..." Carl cooed out to him.

Carl's big hand felt so good sliding up and down his cock. The big brute went a step further and spat on his hand, slicking that thick meaty length up with a fine layer of dad spit.

"Let's get sloppy," Carl said with a wink, making Nomi descend into a cacophony of moans and grunts.

"Oh, please daddy, just stroke me off, make me pop off..."

"My beloved Nomi-stick really needs some worship, huh?"

Carl finished up with his long, proud piss. With his bladder emptied all over the ground and soaking up under the sun within seconds, what followed was the distinct arid smell of urine rising in the men's' nostrils, causing them to grow even hornier, especially now that they're centimetres apart from each other, grasping at each other like the sex-starved Hrothgar males they are.

"I bet you can barely get tail in this god-forsaken land," Carl said.

Nomifuki had to agree.

"Yeah, it's no good when the very topic of sex is all 'hush-hush'..."

Carl wrapped his other hand around Nomifuki's big balls, leaning closer to him, and making the young Hrothgar moan and weep for release even more.

("He loves daddies...") Carl thought, thinking of his next plan of action.

As he should. There is nothing more masculine than a muscular, hirsute middle-aged man. It's even hotter when he's stroking your cock and whispering in your ear, which is what Carl is doing to Nomi right now.

Carl's fingers teased the hairs on his nuts and that's when Nomi couldn't handle it anymore.

"Bloody hell, lad... You've grown into a right stud."

Nomi just gave his boss a sheepish grin while his cock throbbed without cease, bouncing up and down in the air, flicking precum onto the grey tufts of his pubes in the middle of its flexing.

"Yeah... Look at that fat fucking thing throb." Carl was really getting into this.

"Raise 'em, boy." He grunted.

Nomifuki easily recognised that command and raised his arm so that Carl could bury his nose right into the deepest crevice of his pit. What followed was an intake of breath so loud, so focused, that Nomi was sure his armpit hairs were being sucked up by his boss's nostrils.

"Gotta get... Mhhh... all the man stink flowing through my system."

Carl then sped up his hand on his son's fat cock, which made Nomifuki buckle even more, until the man could barely stand straight. From the sudden tenseness of the young man's muscles, Carl could tell he was about to explode soon, so he made sure to make Nomi's eyes roll to the back of his head by gripping his fat ass, and by supporting the broad stud up by wrapping an arm around his back. With the extra support, Carl was able to quickly speed up the pace of his hand on his son's meaty cock without fear of his beloved 'Nomi-stick' falling over. What sent the sexually frustrated young man over the edge was the fact that his tribe leader was screaming at him to 'milk all the fucking nut out of his fat daddy cock', while Carl's hands were busy with groping his melon-sized balls, Nomifuki rubbed himself off to a crashing finish.

Nomifuki roared out in a deep, guttural voice as his cock exploded thick, gooey sperm all over the hot, cracked dirt, which is also covered in a deep orange tint (the remnants of Carl's bladder relief earlier).

"Fuck yeah boy! Let it allll out! That's the roar of a real man getting his nut!"

Overcome with desire, Carl quickly knelt down his front, making sure the last few ropes of slightly off-white yet delicious Hrothgar sperm were blown all over his handsome face and beard.

After the intense, toe-curling orgasm, Nomifuki was panting like a dog and had to sit down to stop himself from fainting.

Carl just laughed at him.

"Hahaha! How long has it been, boy? You need to have a proper fun time again, like we had at the tribe." Carl goaded him on.

It's true; Nomifuki learned through Carl at the tribe. He learnt everything about sex and the male body way back then.

He smiled and shook his head, trying to force the dizziness out of himself. Carl then extended his arm to him, offering to help him stand up.

"No sleeping on the job," he chided playfully.

"I ain't even started yet!" Nomifuki retorted back.

Carl gave the lad a handsome wink as he slurped the nut off his fingers, savouring it like a meal.

"Mmmm... You might need to build up more stamina, though. Rest well tonight, okay?"

He gave Nomifuki a firm pat on the back as he headed into the wooden building to collect his things. Nomifuki assumed that he should just sleep and eat for the rest of the day. Edging and exploding after that long has a habit of fully exhausting a man. And Carl is right. He'll need the energy, not only for mining, but for the presumably many sexual acts they'll partake in after work.

View the illustration : https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44261574/

--On the evening of Nomifuki's first day as a miner...

View the illustration : https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44261591/

Nomifuki is a man who knows how to get a job done - even if that means he's fully exhausted by the end.

("Perhaps it's been too long since I've really worked my muscles.")

Nomi winced as he forced himself back up, shaking the drowsiness from his head, looking face-to-face with the slightly worried, yet judgemental gaze of his boss.

"Not a great first impression," he said with a laugh.

Nomifuki frowned and barked back.

"Oh, give me a break-"

But then Carl held his hand up.

"Steady on, tiger. I was just about to sing your praises. You've done more than I imagined today."

Nomifuki groaned and let his head sink back against the cart.

"Man..." he sighed.

"You're not easy on me." Nomi moaned begrudgingly.

Carl laughed again, almost mockingly.

"We got to get them muscles working and bulgin,' boy! He shouted out, hoping to inspire his son with confidence.

Nomifuki smiled to himself. At least some things haven't changed. His boss is treating him like he's the spindly, lanky teenager he was at the tribe again, even though he's a fully filled-out, buffed-out Hrothgar looking like he's been lifting more than a few weights.

But there's something to be said about that... that, no matter what, a father always looks at his son as the boy he knows him as. It's like a parental love. A love that never changes, an image that never changes, the love of a real father, unjudgmental, and still seeing Nomifuki as 'the boy who needs to buff out a little more.'

---Back outside...

Carl swept up the minecart in his arms with ease and balked at Nomifuki's insistence to continue working even though he's not getting paid for it.

"'Yer all work and no play, lad. That bulge in your trousers is looking mighty needy."

Nomi stopped for a second as he thought on what Carl just and stood up straight.

"Yeah... you're right. It's not like living at the tribe, isn't it..."

Carl smiled and guffawed.

"Ahaha! No, my boy, it isn't. You only need money to live here, 'yer not out in the wild after all, so there's no need to hunt for 'yer own food either."

Carl pumped his chest with pride, prompting the attention of the sun-soaked, grey-furred Hrothgar.

"Work's over, chump. Wanna go back home?"

Nomifuki looked slightly offended by Carl's bravado and flexed his bicep at him.

"'Chump?' I'll have you know I've been working on these biceps for longer than you've been working here,"

Carl scoffed and tore off his shirt. If his height wasn't imposing enough to the younger, shorter Hrothgar, then perhaps his muscularity and masculinity will be. Carl's chest is well and truly ripped. Not only does the tribe leader's muscles course with veins, but a blonde layer of hair also covers his pecs and chest, highlighting just how masculine he is compared to his little 'Nomi-stick,' who, tragically, doesn't have a strand of chest hair to his name.

The young miner was left with jaw agape, his pride shattered, and masculinity put to shame.

"That's just how things are with us Hrothgars, gahahaha!" Carl boasted out in a friendly tone.

While he was still carrying the minecart in his arm, Carl crushed it under in half. the strength of his bicep curl.

If Nomifuki's jaw wasn't already on the floor, it would well and truly be now.

"Watch out, dude!" Nomifuki gasped.

Carl just snickered.

"Can't get splinters when your muscles are made of steel."

Carl then patted Nomifuki on the back, but doing it a little bit too forcefully, prompting the lad to wobble around a bit, trying desperately steady himself on his knees like he was a drunkard who had one too many pints of ale at the Quicksand.

"Blimey! Cut it off, 'yer big doofus!" Carl shoved him forcefully again, making Nomifuki collapse on the dirt in a fit of laughter.

Carl smiled.

"That's more like it, I'm seeing a smile on my lad's face! Now, get 'yer clumsy ass up, we're off to the Quicksand to drink all night! Then you'll really lose balance!"

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End of "A Hrothgar's Special Welcome"

Thank you for reading!

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And finally, a horny fantasy relating to one of Nomifuki's pictures...

Inspiration: https://twitter.com/nomifuki/status/1352730487161122816?s=20

After working under the beating sun of Thanalan all day, I bet this stud here will be absolutely dripping with sweat. One of the benefits of having fur is that sweat is collected into his big bushy pits over the day's hard toil and seeps into them. In other words, when this Hrothgar raises his arm, it will look like sludge; a musk lover's dream, a complete amalgamation of sweat, dirt, and any other liquids that can get under his arm - including cum, which may be blasted with and by his fellow Hrothgar workers during their 'wank breaks.'

Yes, it's a real thing to keep in mind when you employ a Hrothgar; is whether there is enough time in the day to masturbate and blow a load, with or without help of others.

Combine that with the fast, natural perspiration that Hrothgars are secretly known for, and you've got yourself a walking sweat fountain. It absolutely helps that he is a complete stud, never for once failing to make catboys weak in the knees.