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Trenn kept running in complete despair. Every shadow was a moving beast, every glisten like a devilish eye. Each sound was terrible, e he feared predators, monsters and ghosts behind every turn. He never felt this scared before. He was never that strong! He couldn't beat all those monsters!

The young man was hurt, filthy and absurdly tired. He could collapse at any given moment...

The echo of his steps was becoming less gloomy, and soon he felt the blown of fresh air. He hoped that he was not dellusional. Yet, one last bat monster fell from the high ceiling trying to attack his head. He moved by mere reflex, hiting the monster with his blade while trying to protect himself. With the last magic power he had, he launched Blizzaga against it. He never stayed to be sure the monster was dead; it seemed confused enough for him just run away from it, and so he did.

Suddenly, he was free. Feeling the nocturnal breeze and the smell of grass, hearing only insects and regarding the stars. Free from the terrible caves and mines, and from the tenebrous forest full of myst he was before. Where he was abandoned... and ran for his life.

His steps carried him a little more, as far as possible from the mines and it's dark dephts. He walked as an undead, no more thinking, completely numb. He couldn't guess if he walked for just a few minutes, hours, or the whole night. The sun started painting the gray sky with gold and scarlet, while the last myst of the night started to disappear in long spirals, when he saw it: a dark silhoutte against the the sky, at the top of the next hill. Something tall, and terrible, with huge horns protruding from it's head, completely moveless, but still menacing.

Trenn lacked the strenght to rise his blade once more, and was feeling too empty to conjure another magic. He just continued walking, because if he dared to stop, he knew he would just fall uncounscious on the grass.

"What do you do here, outsider?" the tall silhoutte spoke with a low and staid voice, carried by the breeze among the calm plains. Trenn felt too exhausted

to be surprised. To even care, in fact.

"I'm just... escaping. I must... continue." he answered, his voice so fragile coming from his dry lips he had no hope that the creature could really hear him. But it did.

"What are you escaping from?" said again the voice, seeming severe, but calm.

"The monsters... of the mines... the forest..." Trenn said, still walking, because that was all he could do. The silhouette was still indiscernible, or maybe his eyes was also failing him. "And the people... the crew... my old companions..."

"Are you running from other humes?" The voice had the least vestige of real curiosity.

"Yes."

Trenn was now a mere couple of feet away from the other. He saw muscles covered in reddish-brown hair, strange adornments, long braids and colorful beads. The creature also had visible claws, and seemed to stoop a little. But what he could really see was that huge antlers, the long beaked face and that black eyes, deep and empty. Void.

"If I'm going to die, please, be quick."

"I will."

With a speed Trenn could never guess from such a big creature, the other jumped over him, crossing all the distance in a fraction of second. Before his nerves gave up, all he felt was the strenght of powerful muscles around him, and a strange scent, wild, but slightly comforting, that made him smile. Or maybe the smile was already part of his dreams...

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His head was hurting more than ever, even worse than all the hangovers he had when drinking with his old mates at the ports, including that one time with the strongest rum from Balfonheim. Well, maybe not worse than that one.

All his body was tingling, now that all his bruises and cuts seemed satisfied to claim all the pain his nerves were neglecting them. But he could feel the rough bandages covering the wounds, and the feeling of warmness surroundin his body...

Wait... he was alive!

Now that his brain started to work properly again, Treen looked around him, to gather information. He was inside some kind of hut, rustic but solidly reared, his body over an improvised bed on the ground, made with some kind of fur, and covered with a thick wrap. He was completely nude, except for the roughbandages. By his side he could see his worn boots - that seemed more clean than he remembered -, his long and curved blade, and the pouch with his last belongings. His clothes wasn't there.

By the light coming from the entrance - shut with a wood door with intrincate carvings and paintings - he could guess it was the end of the afternoon. He could hear a distant but constant sound of running water, making clear that a river was not so far. Besides that and his own breathing, everything was silent.

Trenn rose up, covering his body with the undyed blanket, and looked inside his pouch. Everything was there, untouched. He put his boots, grimacing because his feet were hurt; despite having no clothes, he could escape better with his boots than with barefeet, if necessary. Taking his sword, he pressed the door, that turned slowly in its hinges, surprinsingly quiet.

"You're better."

Trenn jolted, feeling his body pulsating with adrenaline and pain from all the wounds, pointing his sword at the source of the voice. Something was sitting just by the side of the hut's door. Or rather, SOMEONE was.

"Calm down." The voice replied, emotionless despite the weapon pointed just to it's head. Something familiar emerged in Trenn's head, together with a new wave of migraine.

"You... helped me." He said, puting down the sword. The other remained silent, facing something he had over his lap; he was sewing. Sewing Trenn's trousers. That reminded the man that he was nude again, as he dropped the blanket with his sudden jump. He grabbed it, puting it around his shoulders and body. "Thank you. You probably saved my life. I would die there."

"If you were found by a Wu, or a Mesmenir, yes." the other answered, with a very interesting accent, still avoinding eye contact.

The memories of the night returned slowly to Trenn's mind. Now he could clearly see that the face the other had was, in fact, a very intrincate mask. The braids with beads weren't made with his hair, but part of his adornments, his head only covered with the same reddish-brown fur-like hair he had over his body. Considering the voice and the large shape of his figure, he was clearly male.

"You're... a garif, right?" he remembered the talks he had with the travelers about the different people around Ivalice. He already knew a few bangaa, moogles, a seeq and a viera, from very far. But never a garif.

"Indeed."

"My name is Trenn. Trenn Yohansa."

"Kayamu." the garif said. It was clear enough that he wasn't the talkative type.

"I... Thank you, once again. I have just a little money I can give you..."

"It's not necessary. We don't use money here."

Trenn felt un uncomfortable silence growing, and he tried to scratch his shoulder, but it only caused a sharp pain. "I should leave now. Please, just let me get my clothes, you have done enough for me."

"It would not be wise to leave this soon." Kayamu approached his face and mask to the line, cuting it with his teeth, fangs, beak, or whatever he had under the mask. The hole in Trenn's trouser was completely sewed. "You don't have the strenght to fight the creatures around Ozmone Plain as you are now. And a storm will fall before the end of the night."

Trenn looked to the sky, with the sun starting to disappear behind the hills. The clouds didn't seem that heavy, and he knew a thing or two about the weather. "How can you say?"

"I can smell it." said Kayamu, facing the distance and the sky. "And the rainy season will start soon at Giza. We can feel it here, too."

"I can't abuse your hospitality, or create any inconvenience..."

"You won't. There's already enough food for two. And you can rest inside-" Kayamu pointed the hut Trenn was occupying with a clawed finger "- as long as you need."

"But what about you?" Trenn was surprised. He never saw someone like this before. Not among humes, at least.

"I live there." The finger now pointed to somewhere behind the hut, and with a few steps Trenn finnaly saw it: another hut, maybe slightly bigger, and with different carvings on the door. Many objects made of wood, stone and bones were hanging close to the entrance and what seemed to be the windows.

"Do you live alone?" Trenn asked.

"Yes." The garif seemed to guess the questions the young man still had. "But I'm not the first owner of this place. It was from my grand-uncle. He lived with his sons. Now, they live in villages, and I'm here."

"And why are you here?" Trenn was curious, but also worried about being rude to his savior. He convinced himself that he was only doing that to know better his host, just for safety; he didn't want more danger while he was vulnerable.

"I like it this way." was his only answer, and Trenn wouldn't push any further. The garif was not making questions to the stranger he was lodging.

"You mentioned you grand-father and sons... there were no daughters?"

"All females live in different villages, a bit far from ours."

"So there are only males around here?"

"Yes."

"It must be difficult... Never live with the whole family, your mother... and to make new families."

"The things are the way they are. It's part of our people."

Before Trenn could reply, he felt his stomach growl, making a very quiet noise. But the pointed ear of the garif should be really sensitive, as he said:

"I'll lit the fire and serve you the soup. You can put your trousers again, if you wish; the night will get cold. Your shirt is clean, but it's not fixed yet. When you wish, meet me by the side of my hut." Kayamu stood up, and left, walking calmly. Now, Trenn could see he was not that big at all.

"Thank you..." he murmured once more.

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The soup was wonderful, made with products harvested in the garden behind the second hut. Kayamu also served him cheese like he never tasted before, and bread full of different grains.

"Why are you so generous to a complete stranger?" he asked the garif, who ate much less than him. He had rare skills to eat with a wooden spoon just adjusting a little his mask.

"You're not the first traveler I help. And, once, someone did the same with me, many years ago." Kayamu answered him, the fire casting dancing lights on the surface of his mask, making it even more impressive. "I've made a promise." He added, almost like he talked to himself.

A thunder roared above his heads, and a different wind started blowing. That wind was a clear sign of a strong rain. Kayamu was right all the time.

"It will be better if you go to your hut, now. The rain will start soon." the garif gave the advice, getting the pot with soup and the small bowls they used to eat inside his own place.

"I will. Good night, master Kayamu." Trenn said, with sincere gratitude.

"Good night, young Trenn." the other replied.

The young man returned to his hut, feeling the wind blowing around his body even through the blanket. Once back inside, he closed the door, getting in an almost complete darkness. He lay in the bed, feeling comfortable despite the stinging pain here and there, but with his mind lost in many thoughts. Flashes of the last days darted in his mind, including most of the adversities and monsters he encountered on his way; also the present, and this silent guardian that he could not call yet a friend; finally, the future: what would he do in the next weeks? How soon would he be ready to travel again? And what about his destination?

"Oh man... I don't know if I'm ready to go back..." he murmured to the dark, before remembering the sharp hearing of the garif. Could he hear him from the other hut?

The soft sound of rain hiting the roof calmed him little by little. He was feeling safe, and that was priceless. With this in mind, after a few more minutes, Trenn fell in a relaxed sleep.

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Trenn woke up with the dim light coming from outside. The day was cloudy, and the wind continued blowing; without the sun, he couldn't guess what time was it.

He left the hut and searched for Kayamu. Soon he found him at the garden, getting a few herbs and pulling out the weeds. His clothes, hands and feet were covered in dust and mud from the overnight rain.

"There is food for you just by the side of my door. Eat as much as you want. I'll get clean, and soon will change your bandages." the garif said.

"Okay." Trenn answered, feeling a little nervous. The food was there, covered with a clean dishrag, more bread and cheese, small red fruits he didn't recognize, and a cup of creamy milk. He missed the coffee, but it was an incredible breakfeast. He was still finishing the milk when the garif returned, and then he almost choke.

Kayamu was completely naked, except for his mask and sandals, carrying his wet - and now clean - clothes in his arms. Tiny drops of water were shining in his fur and over the smooth skin in his abdomen and the inner part of his thighs, the only parts besides his feet and hands that were hairless. Even with all his willpower, Trenn was not focused enough, and just looked. Looked right into the garif's crotch.

There he found a discrete lump among a slightly longer fur, and Kayamu's testicles. They were big, and also covered in that reddish and now shiny fur. Trenn found him beautiful. Attractive. Because, yes, Trenn was very gay. More than a fuchsia unicorn wearing tutu and a rainbow scarf.

All his visions lasted barely a few seconds. The garif entered calmly his hut, not even closing properly the door, getting out with new and clean pants on, his usual armbands and greaves, but still shirtless. He also carried a few clean bandages, and a small pot with some kind of herbal decoction.

"Sorry... I-I shouldn't be right in front of your place..."

"Why are you apologizing?" Kayamu asked, heading to the hut where Trenn rested for the night.

"Because I saw you... nude." Trenn said, almost whispering, following the other.

"Why is this a problem? Are you humes still that modest?"

"Are you not ashamed of being seen naked?"

"Why should we? It's our body. It doesn't change much from each one. There is no real secrets."

"Well..."

They both entered the hut, and Kayamu put the bandages in Trenns bed.

"You don't need to bother, I can make this..." Trenn said, still shy. Some of his bandages would require him to take off his clothes, and reveal a part of him that he didn't want the other to see.

"You probably can't reach your own back. As I said, you don't need to worry. But I won't force you."

Trenn was worried; not only about being naked close to a stranger, but also a stranger he thought was really something. But he was not in position to deny the help... It could be rude.

"It's okay, I accept your help. Thank you." the young man said, starting to undress.

"You don't need to thank me all the time." the garif answered, his voice not satisfied nor annoyed. Just calm, as always. Meanwhile, Trenn was only wearing his tight underwear, just a common thong. His torso, left arm and both legs and feet had bandages, with a few red spots here and there. His skin was tanned from the long hours working at the sun, and he had a muscular slim body, slightly tall, with large shoulders and a long neck. But next to the garif, he was comparatively small and thin.

Kayamu started by untwining the band of his left arm, doing a quick and skilled work. He cleaned the wound with fresh water, and picked a little of the herb decoction he brought with him. Trenn was already tensing, expecting the scorching pain, but was relieved to discover that it was not that bad; in fact, in a few seconds, he could feel a comforting cold sensation through his skin, and the sting subsided little by little. The new bandages were placed just as quickly.

"You're incredible doing this." He said, honestly.

"Our people face many dangers in the plains and lands beyond. It's useful to know how to treat wounds." Kayamu replied, already working on the bandages around the man's torso. There were many small injuries, with a longer cut from his left shoulder to the flank. "Where you got all these?" he asked. It was the first time he tried a conversation by himself.

"Most of them on the mines at southeast. A few on the misty woods at the west of the icy mountains and the Paramina Rift. I believe the forest is called 'Feywood", but I know nothing about the mines."

"The Henne Mines." Kayamu explained. "Were you traveling alone?"

"Yes..." Trenn almost sighed. Not exactly traveling, but RUNNING AWAY. He didn't want to bring this story back that soon, but would not deny information to his guardian if asked. But the garif stopped talking about it.

"If you traveled this far by yourself, you have a lot of fiber in you. These are terrible places."

"Terrible is a kind word for them." Trenn agreed, when the garif was finishing his work there and started at his feet. "I believe I can make these..." he said, but the garif merely continued his work. Despite the pain on his soles and toes after that terribly long journey, it was good to feel someone taking care of him. The last time it happened he was still a boy, living with his father, aunt and cousin... Oh, he didn't want to remember the past.

But he was not sure if feeling this well was any good, too. Specially when Kayamu started working on his thighs with those agile clawed hands... and Trenn started to feel that scent again, the same he felt when the other took him on his arms as if he was only a small child. A mix of refreshing herbs, wild animal and something different from everything he knew before.

It was getting impossible for him to avoid the visible bulge at his thong, and that was really uncomfortable.

"Why are you so tense? You will make the cut bleed again." Kayamu said, cleaning his left thigh, really close to his groin, with his red fur brushing slightly in his leg.

"Well... I-I... it's that I..." he stuttered, feeling his face red and hot.

"Is it because you are aroused?" Kayamu asked, without looking him, still focusing on his cut. "Stop that. The worries, I mean. I know that is little you can do about the other."

"But I... I'm sorry."

"Why? Is there any problem?"

"Well, it's not common for people to sport erections at the others helping them..."

"For humes, maybe. I told you that we live in villages and we help each other. Of course we see the others like this, when surrounded by males. Some have intercourse together."

"You mean you have sex with the others...?"

"Don't you? Not all intercourse is for procreation."

"And the females?"

"They live far, as I have mentioned. We meet with some frequency, but not that much. Why wait for this? It's a natural thing." Kayamu started the other leg, and adjusted Trenn thong to get out of the way. The man jerked to the side, making the situation only worse: the thong rolled, letting his penis flop, and then stand, proud in it's seven inches, almost touching the garif's hand.

"Oh... erm..."

He thought he heard the garif breath behind the mask like one would sigh. He put his hand around the pulsating member, and Trenn felt all the texture from his palm, the thick skin brushing against his sensitve one. "If I help you with this will you feel any better?" was the question, pretty emotionless as usual.

"Are... you serious?"

"I know you have been dealing with it for a long time, even with your clothes on."

"How?"

"Again, I can scent it. All aroused creatures have a smell, and I know the smell of an aroused hume."

Trenn was caught offguard by the answer, and imagined what kind of story was behing Kayamu's contact with a horny hume; but the thought was quickly flushed when the garif slowly stroked him, sending pleasure to his brain, and almost making his leg kick.

"I don't know if this is right..."

"Is it for you?"

Trenn breathed heavily, before nodding with his head. The garif left the bandages for a moment, and picked a bit of the decoction on his fingers, before spilling it around Trenn's cock. Soon, his member was greasy and slippery, and the cold sensation hit him like an airship.

"Oh, my!... This is fucking good!..." He shouted under his breath, suddenly oblivious of his politeness. His cock spasmed on the garif's hand, forming a blob of pre on his tip, quickly spread on his uncut skin.

"It's useful to know some skills." Kayamu's repeated. "You humes have your member very dry."

"Only when we start... we men and - huff - women get more wet during sex."

"Wet..." said the garif, and Trenn thought his voice had a small irony.

The garif continued stroking him from the base to the tip in a firm and rhythmic motion. He was barely gentle enough to not hurt him, in fact... but Trenn liked it. He had already dealt with rude men before; most of them were at the ports or ships. His hand was strong, and sometimes he would play with his tip with the thumb, but never getting too close with his claw.

But there were things he was not liking at all. Kayamu was frigid, and that was not only because of his mask. He would never express a thing, jacking him off like someone milking an animal, and nothing more; or looking at his penis (Trenn presumed, because his eyes were not visible in the mask holes) as it was just a tool, or another weed. The young man looked at the garif's groin, searching for any sign of arousal, but found nothing in the large and loose pants.

He also hated how, despite this remarks, the garif was doing an awesome job, and he would not last much longer.

"Why are you trying to set me off so quickly...?" Trenn asked, with a little sweat forming on his forehead, and his breath heavy.

"Because that tension is not good for your wounds." Kayamu answered.

Damn it! He was still nursing him! And worse, he was right; Trenn could feel the wounds on his legs and torso ache sharpingly sometimes. Probably he should have accepted the handjob in a better moment... yet...

He was too proud to admit it, and that feeling was too good. He would try his best to make it as long as it was possible. It was a matter of honor.

The young man breathed slowly, trying to hold any signs of pleasure. A difficult task, as the garif was still pumping him, teasing his tip with his finger, while his pre was dripping and soaking the fur on the back of Kayamu's hand.

Feeling the resistence, Kayamu's tried different methods: firstly, he used a little more of the lotion on his cock, giving him another wave of cold pleasure, and making his tip tingle (and spurt a lot of precome). Secondly, he used a bit of the lotion on his balls, starting a massage on his nuts. A fucking good massage like he never had before.

Trenn bit his lip and closed his eyes, getting too close to climax again, and holding still to avoid thrusting his hips at the garif's hands. It was a titanic effort gather all his self-control and just breath. His cock was pulsing at the mercy of the toneless bastard. A very skilled bastard, he had to admit...

With a specially wonderful jolt of pleasure in his groin, Trenn let escape a quiet moan. The attentive garif perceived his minimal signs, and changed the maneuver on his cock, with more quick and intense motions. Sometimes at the tip, the thumb dancing all around it's glans, tickling his backside, but also, for some reason, squeezing a little the base of the member. By the time it happened Trenn was really kicking a little, clutching his hands with all his strenght.

But it was the other hand that did the last and final move: while still massaging his balls, and stroking the sensitive skin of his sack with his palm, his finger reached for his perinium, pressing there unhesitantly, quick and agile.

Trenn gave a sharp cry and came.

Tighting his hands around Kayamu's shoulders, grabbing that reddish fur, he felt his cock spasm and explode in jolts of white cum that covered the other's arm and his own leg. The garif didn't stop his motions, and with each orgasmic contraction his finger would press tightly in Trenn's perinium, making his bliss so intense and almost painful. The hand around his cock was completely slicky.

After what seemed an eternity, his climax finally started to decrease, and those hands were too strong to his sensitive cock.

"Please... it's... enough..." he murmured, catching his breath and in deep afterglow. The garif stoped slowly, and catched the bandages again, picking one to clean his hand and arm covered in cum. The thing was sticky and messed his fur, but he didn't seem to mind. Still prefessional, he used another band to clean Trenn, who gasped once more when felt the tissue caressing his member and sack.

"That was... fantastic." you cold freak , he added in his mind.

"I'm glad to hear." Kayamu replied, but Trenn could not guess if he was sarcastic.

All the wounds were cleaned and properly treated, and they both were silent until the end of it. Trenn noticed his semen drying and making the garif's hair spiky, and felt bad for him.

Kayamu exited, leaving Trenn alone with his thoughts. He was in doubt, partially hating himself for acting like a horny ball with his host and savior, depriving him from the peace he had before, in his huts and nature... and also feeling that beyond this peace, there was solitude. Maybe he could wait a little more, recovering, and try to find out if he could be of any help... or if he should just leave. Despite the endless austerity of the garif, he was smart enough to understand when he's just an annoyance.

And Kayamu was gentle. And hot. And too skilled to have tried males "just a few times", except if male stimulation was part of the garif's standard education. With the right opportunity, he would try to break the ice...

It was, once more, a matter of honour, and he hould not fail again...

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One day followed the other in a tranquil routine. Kayamu helped Trenn with his wounds for a while, but the sexy handjob was not repeated, for the young man tried keeping his focus, and avoided getting hard. Too frequently, at least. Soon, he could take care of himself; the herbs really helped him in his recovery.

Kayamu would work in the garden to get food, and also from some hunting and other fruit trees from the area. There was always fresh and clean water from the stream, and from the small lake it formed among the hills, not too far from the huts. Fish was relatively easy to catch.

Frequently the talks were started by Trenn, and he got many monosyllabic answers. But in other times, he could hear a slightly longer explanation, or the garif would pose his own questions.

"Where were you born, Kayamu?" He asked once, around the fire in a cold and silent night. The mists were dancing around them, making the hills look like the landscape of a lost dream, ethereal.

"In a village called Yadhara, far in the northwest from here. I was raised until adulthood in Tehena, to the north, and then lived a time in Jahara. I've been here for a long time, now."

"Wow... are you old for your people?"

"No. Just mature. The elders become white and silver with time... I barely have my first white hair. And you, young Trenn?"

"I'm 22."

"I was not asking the years you belive you possess." the garif added, looking at him from behind the mask.

"Well... I'm adult, but young."

"I see..." the garif seemed lost in thought for a short moment, until Trenn asked him again:

"Do you have any living family?"

"Yes. My mother still lives in Yadhara, as an elder. A half-brother in Tehena. My old mate and daughter in another village, at west..."

"You have a daughter?" Trenn asked, sincerely surprised.

"Yes. She's the only offspring I have. I have met her mother through many seasons, but one day we stoped mating. I still visit them, and they both already came here."

"Do you love them?"

"What we call love is not the same for humes. I care for them, and will help if they need me. I'll protect them just like any garif does for the others. I'm proud of my daughter, because she's strong, intelligent and brave. But we don't own each other. She's part of the world, and only came into existence through me and my old mate."

Trenn thought about that different concept of love, and how true that was, specially for a culture like his; where always existed some kind of distance... yet generosity, kindness and an open mind.

"Sex, or... intercourse as you call, is a signal of love for you?"

"It can be." Kayamu answered, putting more wood in the fire, making it crackle and click. "It's like a gift. It can mean love, complicity, intimacy, forgiveness, but also merely gratitude, a sign of respect or even a social move. Or merely the solution for organic needs, the moment to have offspring, or a deep relationship consequence." When he said that, it could sound pretty superficial... but the longer Trenn meditated about it, the more authentic it seemed to him. Also... there was a hint... a good one. His impressions were interrupted by the garif, this time asking him.

"And you, young Trenn, do you have any family?"

Damn... maybe he wants me to live. To return to my family, and leave him alone.

"I have only an aunt and a cousin. They live in my homeland, a small city in Nabradia. My mother died when I was still a baby, and my father was attacked during a bar fight. I don't have any siblings."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Kayamu said, and he seemed honest.

"It's okay. I could already take care of myself. I have been traveling a lot, and I know many different lands... and the sky. But now I can't continue with this. Something bad happened... so I'll need to start again."

Kayamu didn't ask him about these problems, nor pressed him to leave. Instead, he gave another gesture of his indulgence, resting his arm on Trenn's shoulder. "Take your time. Don't make harsh decisions, and be sure you are ready to take another journey, if that is what you'll decide."

The hume touched the hand on his shoulder, and it remained there. "You are too good to me. I don't have a thing to offer in return, so I'll try my best to not be a dead weight to you."

"You are not-"

"I insist." he interrupted before the other could continue. "I'll help you in your tasks. I learn really quickly." he grinned, feeling good for the first time in ages. He didn't care if the mask staring him was blank in expressions; the markings were now very familiar, the way the painting faded a little on the left side, and how the very tip of one antler was broken, and scratched. Specially when this mask nodded, making the adornments shake in the dancing light of the fire.

"That's it, if this what you want." said the voice with his exotic accent.

Trenn grinned again. Damn you! You're already sexy and nice... if you start being cute I'm lost!

‾ - * - ‾

Trenn started slowly, to avoid any problems with his cuts, but soon he regained the freedom of movements. Despite the days in almost completely rest, he didn't lose his strenght and stamina. He was a man of hard work.

Together, the man and garif would finish most of the tasks very quickly: harvest, cleaning the soil and the huts, getting wood for the fire. Kayamu taught Trenn how to avoid the perils of the hills, and the dangerous creatures that used to wander nearby. But when he tried to teach him how to cook, all they got was a disaster. Trenn continued only getting the ingredients, peeling and chopping the vegetables.

The rain was falling heavy, and they were both trapped inside Kayamu's hut that morning. The food was almost ready, and they had little more to do.

"Do you have music? I mean, is part of your culture the music and dance?" Trenn thought out loud, lying on the ground, close to Kayamu's bed, where it's owner was siting. His shoulder was touching slightly the furry leg by his side, for the garif was not using his traditional long pants, but shorter ones: he was getting used to the idea of freely touching someone else's body.

"Of course. The music is part of all cultures, in different ways." Kayamu answered, always patient. He was mending a bed sheet, despite the weak light coming from the window. "It's common when different villages get together to play music, or to celebrate different occasions. The females dance, while we play. Rarely the contrary occurs, but it's possible."

"Do you sing?"

"Not like you, humes. But we tell stories while others play the music."

"Can you play any instrument?" Trenn asked, interested, while absently brushing his arm against the hard fur of Kayamu's shin.

"Yes. The thera and the loppan."

"I know what is a loppan!" Trenn shouted, happy. "Like strings for us, not that different from a zither. I saw a man playing this in a port of Archadia, and never thought it could be an instrument from this far! And what is a thera?"

"Like a..." Kayamu seemed to search the right word for him in his mind, but seemed unsatisfied "A tambour. A drum. It's made of wood, leather, ropes. Not exactly the same, but close enough."

"And do you have any of these here?" Trenn looked around, but doubting he could miss anything like that after so many days.

"No. I never brought one with me." The garif confirmed his thoughts.

"That's sad... music would be really good now."

"Can you sing or play an instrument?"

"I don't sing very well... but sometimes I would sing to my mates, because all the others were terrible." The young man grimmaced in a playful way. "I can barely play a flute... but I can dance. My father taught me how to dance with a girl, but that never happened, except with my cousin. Then I learned how to dance by mylself."

"That is interesting." Kayamu mentioned with honest interest. Trenn would not let this chance escape.

"Would you like to see?"

"Yes."

Trenn got up grinning. He took some moments imagining a familiar song playing inside his head; then remembered the occasion his group was trying to impress the crew from an airship, so they could distract them while the others... well... could do what they intended to. The moves were still in his memories, and his body started to move by itself.

For the next minutes, he moved his entire body to this music only he could feel; in the calm moments, turning his head slowly, moving his hands like birds in flight, or waving his torso like a snake. When the notes got strong, he kicked high in the air, spinning and jumping, throwing his arms with determined grace, and his feet barely touching the ground. Flexible, willowy, almost seductive; a thin layer of sweat started to cover his pores, and he kept his lips slightly parted, the eyes half-closed.

The rain and the light made the moment more intense, and more delicate. The bad things disappeared, and everything left were his special music, his dance, and the one regarding him, special in his own way.

With his final mental note, he finished in an open-armed position, like he had wings, feeling happy.

Magnific. Wonderful"

Kayamu's tone was not specially enthusiastic - as usual - but the compliments were sincere. His eyes seemed to shine in the dark holes of his mask. Trenn decided to tease him, sat by his side, and touched his thigh with his hand over the pants.

"It was me or the dance?"

"Both."

The answer caught him offguard. "You think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes. I know your people, and I think you are good-looking."

"...And attractive...?"

The garif was silent, and Trenn immediately regret what he said, biting his lip. But Kayamu answered, tranquil.

"Yes. But why is this important to you?"

Trenn face went red. "I want... to make something for you. To thank you. To make you feel good. And I think you're very... hot." the last word was barely a whisper, but nothing could escape the pointy ears of the garif.

"Hot, you say?"

"Yes. Like in... very attractive. Incridible, really."

"If this is what you want, go on." Kayamu said by his side.

"But... I don't want this to be another gesture of your generosity! Stop just being kind all the time! I will only make this if this is what you want, too. If this is also good for you."

"...It will be. I just have been alone for a very long time, now." It was very hard to understand the feeling among these words, and Trenn wished more than ever that he could see the other's eyes, and read what was behind them.

"I don't want you to feel bad, sad, or anything like that."

"I won't be like that." the voice was returning to normal.

"So... I have your permission..."

"All permission."

Trenn smiled again, and passed a hand in Kayamu's stomach, feeling the smooth skin under his fingers, and the strong and delicious abs.

"So... Can I touch you freely?"

"Yes. Except for the mask."

"It's okay. It was really that long?" he teased again, passing his hands on the strong thighs.

"Yes."

"So I'll start slowly. Nothing wild today." he untied the ropes that kept the pants in place, and started to rub the garif at his lower abdomen, getting closer to his groin in every stroke. "I'll stop as soon as you say it."

"I thank you."

Oh, that inner peace was gettin to his nerves!

His hands continued stroking the area and the legs of the garif, feeling the texture of his skin and fur, rugged but not frizzly, not even where there should be his pubes. After the hairless belly, the fur returned to cover him around his genitals, leaving only the inner part of his thighs uncovered. The musk was fantastic, that familiar smell of nature with a little bit of the garif's sweat.

With a little help, he finaly took off the pants completely, leaving the body completely nude. The garif continued by the edge of the bed, with his legs spread, while he knelt before him. Despite all the fondling, there was no clear sign of his member... but if he could remember right, the lump of his sheath was not that big before... Well, now that was time for the real fun.

Trenn approached to take a better look. The sheath was long, covered in the same fur of everywhere else, and slightly rigid under his touch. He could feel the member inside, with something that resembled a head, and a bigger bump at the very base of it, close to the balls. When he touched it, the cock seemed to move by itself inside there, and Kayamu tensed a little. It was the first time Trenn saw the garif tense like this, except during the hard work. Well, if he was the silent type - he didn't say a word since he started touching him - his body would give him the answers. Oh, it would be fantastic to explore this gorgeous body, and feel it react to him, his touches, his tickles, his tongue... Only thinking about it make his own member get really uncomfortable inside his own pants, and the man took a moment to take those out, leaving his erection swing free from side to side.

Despite having all that to explore, he promised to start slowly, so he would leave most of it for later... including those wonderful feet he could see by his both sides, big and clawed... should he call it paws? He didn't care. He would try his luck with them soon enough.

He looked for the very tip of the sheath, finding the small hole with pink flesh among the thick fur. He played with it, tickling with his finger, squeezing it's edges. The smell there was different, and really special, a very masculine musk. He tried to insert the tip of his forefinger, discovering the wet and hot walls. When he pulled it back, it was connect with a long string of... something.

"Are you more excited than I think, or are you garifs just very wet?" he asked, feeling the consistency of the thing, very similar to a hume's precome.

"We are... very wet, as you say. It's not advisible to play with us... if you want to stay clean." Kayamu said, his breath slightly unsettled.

"I want to get dirty." Trenn grinned.

He tried licking the lubrificant. It was a bit salty, but nothing more. He inserted his finger again, this time getting deeper, until he felt the very tip of the member within, that he started tickling it too. With his other hand, he started to press the bump at the base again, and for his complete satisfaction, the member finally came to life. It seemed to jump a little, and pressed his finger as it tried to get out. Soon, the glans was exposed, and he could take a better look at it.

The member was pinkish with a very delicate skin, covered in a lot of slicky natural lubrificant. Many small veins were visible, and it seemed very sensitive, just as much as the tip of a hume's member. It pulsed, growing more and more between his fingers, while Kayamu's breath was getting ragged. The glans was pointy, darker in collor, the upper part almost like a teardrop, and it's edges were thin and delicate. The urethra hole was not at the very tip, but in the middle of that upper part, bigger than he expected. The member was long, thick, curved upwards, bigger than most humes he ever knew, but not astonishing huge. Just... perfect.

Soon, it seemed finally at it's full size, and Trenn started to stroke it from base to tip. The lump at the base grew a little, too, but was still in the sheath. It trembled with the garif's heartbeats, and Trenn was glad to find he finally was breaking the endless self-control his friend had. His hands were very slicky, dancing freely through the shaft, exploring the thin skin, dancing around the veins, feeling the heat. When he massaged the urethra with his thumbs, he felt it throb, and the first gout of pre came from the tip, huge. He caught it quickly with his fingers, and tasted it. It was not very different from the lubrificant, but it was thicker. He massaged more this area, feeling the cock jump a little between his hands.

He explored the member, and discovered the most sensitive parts one by one, and they were many: when he caressed the tip, specially the thin edges, they seemed to got darker, and curved backwards; when he squeezed the base, Kayamu sighed - or moaned, he couldn't be sure because of the mask - and the cock seemed to jump harder, spurting more pre; the tip of the sheath, already very wet, made him move his hips, as if trying hard to not thrust forward; but when he teased the urethra hole again, he felt him tense completely, and it pulsed, opening a little more around his finger.

He kept his moves for many minutes, joyous for he finally found his way to do this, not only for himself and his deep desire, but also for his friend.

"Is this good for you?" he asked, faking innocence.

"More... than just... good." Kayamu said, fighting to keep his voice strong.

"Can I continue?"

"Please..."

Trenn teased the cock once more, breathing deeply the musk that got even stronger by the minute. That smell of 'arousal' even a hume could easily spot. For a long time he kept stroking and squeezing, only hiting the sensitive spots once in a while, taking his moment to admire the involuntary responses, the pulsing, trembling, halting. The member also seemed darker in collor, growing more red than pink. His hand, Kayamu's thighs and sheath were a complete mess with all the fluid coming from the shaft, now not only dripping, but also spurting. When his finger teased again the delicate underside, the member shot the pre with such strenght it hit his shoulder.

He started caressing the big balls under the cock, feeling the texture of the now soaked fur, rolling them between his fingers, and fondling them like the garif made with his own. They were very heavy, and much bigger, though. As the cock continued shooting pre over his hand and arm, he discovered the other liked him playing with them just as much as he did.

The glans was really engorged, and touching it was almost painful to the garif, so Trenn only passed his finger gingerly here and there, watching the opening of the cock pulse and spurt. Everything was hot and wet in his hands, and he rolled his palms around again and again. Kayamu's hands were clinging at the edge of the bed, and he could feel and hear the air in his mask. His body was sweaty, intensifying the musk, and he trembled a little. Everything was telling Trenn he was close to loose his control. And the man wanted it perfect, so he tried to find all the right buttons.

He started paying more attention the the right spots, and the answer was immediate: moaning, muscular contraction, a mess on the floor, a cock so alive in his hands it seemed a wild animal. He just wanted to see Kayamu's face! Was probably priceless! But also... that mystery had something interesting too. All the pleasure, all the answers were honest, visceral, coming directly from the body, from the nerves! That huge male was so strong, levelheaded, cold and distant, and now he had it squirming, and almost blowing under his hands. Trenn was cautious to not touch himself by accident, for he was so excited he could lose it before finishing his work.

He remembered the actions the garif took when he was getting close to orgasm in his first day, and also caught a new speed, stimulating the cock with new enthusiasm, and making Kayamu almost jump, while shooting the biggest load of pre until the moment. Man, he already made a mess much bigger than anything Trenn has seen, and he didn't even start ejaculating!

He could also recall that the garif started squeezing not only the tip, and the perinium, but also the base of his cock, and he didn't know the reason. He looked at the swollen portion of the sheath right in front of him...

Bingo.

He squeezed it too, firmly. Kayamu thrusted forward and growled. He stoped a moment, waiting for the his order to stop... but it didn't happen. Grinning, he continued stimulating the tip, and now the base, playing with it.

It made the garif almost crazy; his couldn't keep his hips moveless, and started thrusting a little in his hand, grumbling, while his cock jumped like mad, shooting bizarrely. Trenn was unsure if he was already orgasming, considering the size of his loads... but the consistency was the same as the pre from the beginning - and the taste too, as he soon discovered. He was not there yet.

While the cock continued to jump and pulse, he felt the swollen part not only grow much bigger, but also move upwards, stretching the opening of the sheath, like it wanted to pass it.

Trenn was surprised by the hand on his shoulder, and the mask turned to him. Still thrusting with his hips, Kayamu seemed to fight all his urges to speak to him. "Please... don't let... the... knot... get out..."

"Why? Is this bad?" The man asked, insecure as how to proceed.

"Please... not... yet." Kayamu said, and that consumed almost all the control he had over himself.

Trenn could see that was important to him, even though he couldn't understand the reason. But he still wanted to make the best he could, and finish that right. "Can I... still touch it? Even inside there?"

The mask took a moment to nod, trembling a little. Trenn looked again to the swelling - the knot -, decided to take his final steps. With his left hand, he grasped the tip, brushing his finger along the edges of the red and turgid cock; With his right, he squeezed the knot yet inside the sheath many times, very firmly.

When he grabbed it from behind, pulling it a little, and brushed his index finger at the only visible part through the opening of the sheath, tickling the red and delicate skin in there, Kayamu roared, thrusting firmly, and his cock erupted.

Trenn was knocked to the ground with the sudden move, and caught directly by she first shot, that got his chest, neck, and even a part of his face. The second was just as strong, and also the third. The garif was making animal and lustful noises, almost humping his hands and shaking his entire body. The cum was thicker than the pre, hot against the hume's skin, smelling much, much stronger, in a delightful way. The knot was disturbingly huge, and his hand could not hold it entirely. The sheath's skin was very, very elastic to keep this monster inside. The tip was also flared, spasming inside his palm. He grasped it again, feeling the cum hit and pass through his fingers.

Floor, bed, hume and garif were soaked in fluids; Kayamu reached Trenn's shoulder to keep his balance during what seemed the end of his climax, thrusting less in his hands, trying even harder to keep still, the clawed fingers starting to hurt a little. Another thing the hume noticed, when the spurts finally stoped, was that the urethra hole was strangely open. He didn't knew a thing about garif anatomy but...

His thought were interrupted when Kayamu squeezed his own hard cock, jacking him off with extreme dexterity. The hume was already close after all the action, and didn't last a minute in the strong hand, cumming really hard. His own shots - ridiculously small when compared to Kayamu's - were still strong enough to hit the others belly, and making it drip through the furry legs.

Before he could even regain composture in his afterglow, the garif nearly carried him outside, and they both entered the rain. The water was refreshing, but not too much cold, and it started to clean their bodies little by little. In impulse, he hugged the garif in front of him, tighting the furry body between his arms, and making their semen mix between their bellies and legs. Soon the other hugged him, too.

It was even better considering that Kayamu's cock was still rock hard between them by the moment.

"It was fantastic!..." Trenn murmured, his face deep in the wet fur of his chest, basking in the heat.

"I should say that..." Kayamu replied, his voice still weak. His legs were not very firm yet.

"Are you kidding me? I never saw anything like this! I hope we can do this... from time to time."

"Yes." the garif answered, and the hume grinned again, so much that his cheeks hurt. "Now, let's get clean, before we deal with the hut..."

They bathed in the rain, cleaning themselves - and each oter -, but Kayamu didn't let Trenn try anything sexual again. The boy noticed that his cock took an

absurdly long time to get flacid again, and only then he relaxed completely. That monster slowly re-entered the sheath, disappearing from sight, leaving only the slight bulge of the knot, not perfectly in its normal size.

When they were clean enough, and returned the hut, the boy punched the other's side jokefully.

"That was really fun... but wait until I use my mouth..."