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Trenn was there, alone in the huts, looking outside to the vast fields of the Ozmone Plains. For the first time since he was rescued by Kayamu he felt the weight of solitude; despite being very silent and discrete, the garif was a constant presence, inspiring safety, stability, confidence.

But for his deep surprise, the feelings were still there. He was alone, but not feeling lonely. Kayamu would return soon, and he never doubted that. And the entire place was full of him, his objects, his tools, his simple tableware, his clothes, his tribal decoration, his scent, his memories... Even his deep and thoughtful silence was there, strong and thick after all the years like a mist. Everything was impregnated with his being.

I don't know if this is right... get in there and be part of it. Or pretend I am part of this. Maybe I'm just an intruder, destroying his peaceful life.

Kayamu was not lying. It couldn't be. This masked creature was probably the most sincere and gentle of the whole world.

If there will be a moment in the future for me to leave... I will. I owe this to him. But for now... I'll do my best, even if it's just a little.

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Trenn chopped wood for the fire, and that activity alone took him many hours, because he was not used to the axe. By the end, he was exhausted, but a few proud of his hard work. He repaired a tiny hole on the roof of the smaller hut, 'his hut', stopping the dripping he noticed the night before. The fishing net was seedy, and he mended all the weak spots.

When the night arrived he was satisfied for being useful, and thought with himself why it took him so long to finally return all the help he received from his host. He ate slowly, his mind traveling through different memories - mostly pleasant ones, and that was rare - and many visions of his hopes, intentions and desires. Many of them made him blush, even if he was by himself, and more than one created a little tension on the area between his legs. When he finished the meal, and washed the few dishes, he looked around...

I wish I could sleep here, feeling his scent on his own bed. But he would easily spot mine after that.

Shrugging a little disappointed, Trenn headed to his bed and slept quickly in a deep void with no dreams.

The days after were just as active.

He cleaned both huts as best as he could, but was attentive to not change the place of objects that could be important to Kayamu; he cleaned the terrain surrounding them from weeds, and washed the bed sheets before the rain could hit them in the next days. The man also tried to fish, but he only caught two little ones. Still with time in hand, he looked around for anything else he could do.

The ornaments hanging from the window caught his attention, and he studied the objects getting closer. He noticed how the colorful beads, shining stones, big seeds and feathers were tied in a delicate braid of leather. Another one, long enough to hang from the ceiling beam, was made with haulm, tiny bones and a small log, sculpted to suggest an animal he didn't recognize. There were many others, smaller or longer, inside and outside the hut, besides the ornaments Kayamu would tie to his mask.

Trenn walked the area, gathering the material to try his own ornaments. Even though he never tried this kind of handicraft, he was skilled enough to get the hang of it until the end of the day. He made a few different attempts, and hoped one of them would be interesting enough for the garif.

The last thing he did, starting to get bored, was reunite many different flowers in a jar, disposing them over the table. He was not sure Kayamu liked flowers, because he could not see any around, but it was worth a try. It was pretty discrete, and the fragrance was fresh and lovely.

By the end of the third day, Trenn saw the silhouette coming over the hills, and jumped from the doorstep. It was hard for him to not run like a fool. The cart Kayamu pulled all the way was full, and seemed terribly heavy.

"Welcome back! I'm glad you did a safe trip, but that seems too much to bring alone all this way!"

"I'm fine. Just tired, but fine." Kayamu answered, panting from behind the mask. He was covered in sweat and dust from the journey. Despite his answer, Trenn got behind the cart and started pushing it, to reduce the other's effort, and kept silent, until the other could breath relived again. Soon they reached the entrance of the huts, and a cold wind started blowing.

It will rain very soon. Kayamu did the trip just before the storm, exactly how he predicted. How he can do this?

"There is food ready inside and..."

"I'll need just a bit of water, and rest a little. Then I can take a bath..."

"The bath can wait. I'll bring your waterm and you can rest, while I take the goods inside." Trenn said, before entering the hut, returning with a jar full of water. Kayamu drank directly from it, and the man noticed his throat move with the gulps until he finished.

"I can see you worked outside." The garif mentioned, moving the muscles of his arms and shoulders because they were stiff.

"Yes, I did a few things to pass the time." Trenn said, taking the food from the cart and stocking everything inside. He mentioned the things he did, absentminded.

"Thank you." Kayamu said, respectful.

"Hey, it was nothing! You did a lot for me!" Trenn replied, sincere. "Is this a... Damn, I forgot the name!"

The garif snorted, laughing through his nose. "A thera. Yes, the instrument I have mentioned before."

"Wow! Will you play it someday?" he looked the colorful surface, and the resistant membrane. It was almost round, and bigger than the cauldron they had.

"Of course."

"Sorry, I don't mean to be inopportune. You don't need to play just because I asked."

"But that's why I brought it."

Trenn smiled, once more touched by the sudden kindness. Before he could think about it, he found himself hugging Kayamu. His body was hot and humid from the exertion, and the musk was incredibly provoking. Very different from the smell of hume sweat, it was not sour, but still pungent. The garif returned the hug, unaware of the strong impression he caused on the other.

"Thank you, Kayamu."

"You're welcome, young Trenn."

The garif opened his arms first, and with some effort, Trenn did the same. A bit of the scent was now on his body, too. The garif once more moved his shoulders and neck, feeling a bit of pain.

"I knew that could hurt you! Come on, let's get inside, I'm almost finishing to bring the products. I'll give you a massage after you eat."

Trenn brought the cart to the covered area beside the hut, and got the few products left, including the nanna cheese he loved so much. There was a lot, and he licked his lips in anticipation. He found the garif standing there, looking around.

"You cleaned here, too."

"Yes."

Kayamu gave a few more steps, still moving his head from side to side, until he noticed the flowers over the table.

"You brought flowers..." he said, interrupted by a small gasp.

"I hope you don't mind... ah... do you like them?"

But he got no answer. He looked at the garif, standing there, static, except for the long breaths. And then... a sob.

"I'm sorry! Is there anything wrong?" he said worried, approaching him.

"No... it's... just-" it seemed hard for Kayamu to talk, his breath hitching.

"I don't want you to be sad, or mad..."

"I... I'm not... I'm ju- just... rhah... arhh..."

Trenn watched his breath grow even more erratic, with fickle inhalations that sounded like the garif was snarling, his sides trembling a little. He took too long, but finally he understood. Kayamu just wanted to sneeze.

"Arh... haah... rheeeh..." the garif turned to the other side, adjusting very slightly the mask covering his face. "Haah... HAAAH... HEEENG-SHUUUUUUUUT!"

"I never expected you to be allergic. Especially considering the mask, and all." Trenn was feeling guilty, while the other was fighting against the urge of another sneeze.

"I-I'm not... allergic. The smell is just too... heh..._strong...." A clawed hand pointed to the vase, while the other was under the mask, probably trying to reduce the discomfort of his face. "The-_heeh... red one."

Trenn approached the vase, and soon noticed the red flower, big as a lily, with a sweet and strong fragrance he liked very much. But if it was strong to him, he could only imagine how it was for the delicate sense of smell of the garif. He picked the flower and darted outside, throwing it as far he could, cursing his distraction. But when he passed close to Kayamu, the garif lost the control over his breath again, and started building another sneeze.

"Heeeh... rhaaah... RHAAH... RHAAAANG-SHOOOOOOOO!!"

"My bad. It's gone now."

"Thanks." The other answered, returning to normal once more. "The others... the flowers can stay. They are beautiful."

"I'm glad you like them. Now, let's eat, while you tell me about you travel."

Trenn served them both with the salad, the cooked grains and the tiny fish he caught, transformed into a sauce to disguise their ridiculous size, while Kayamu talked about the last days. It was a safe journey, and he only faced a Viper, but a young one, that quickly ran away. He believed he also caught sight of a black chocobo among the tall grass, but he could not be sure. The village was tranquil as usual, a friend of his was now a father of a big and healthy son, and one of the elders was getting too old and tired of his position, so he would probably transfer his responsibilities to another loyal and wise member of the group in a few weeks.

When they finished eating and talking, a comfortable silence fell between them, while the last stars were covered by the clouds.

"I should bathe before the rain falls." Kayamu said, almost to himself.

"It's getting too cold, and your body is still too hot from the exercise. Also, you just finished eating. Come here, I'll make the massage I promised you."

"Are you sure? You don't need to."

"It's my pleasure."

"You don't mind me being or... smelling like this?"

"Kayamu, quite the opposite, in fact." Trenn answered, leading the other to the bed, and making him lie his body prone. The garif put both arms under his head, inclining to the side so the antlers of his mask were not on the way. "I won't touch your mask. You can trust me."

"I trust you."

Trenn started massaging the tense muscles of his shoulders, feeling the stiff tendons under his fingers and palms. He made circular moves, making firm and yet delicate pressure, relaxing the area. His hands could move freely over the humid reddish fur, and it was interesting how it would not stick to his hand that easily, like cat hair.

His hands made his way until the neck and scruff, where the hair was slightly longer and very soft. He stroked the area, and his fingertips pressed the bones of his spine. When he reached the scalp, Kayamu sighed audibly.

For the first time, Trenn had the chance to look and feel Kayamu without other intentions to distract him from the simple observation. He noticed the sparse white hair in his head, a little more concentrated at his sides, like a hume would grow grizzly at his temples. Even through his body he could see the discrete shine of silver here and there, which would slowly grow while the garif become more mature, and finally old.

When massaging the back, he felt the strong and rigid muscles relax little by little. He was much bigger than most humes Trenn knew, and his might was clear... as was his gentle nature. When lying like this, his posture was not arched like when he was standing.

He asked for the garif to show him one of his arms, and he massaged the biceps and triceps, the elbow joint, the forearm, wrist, and finally the hand, pressing each of the fingers. His palm was harsh, and the knuckles were prominent; his claws were dark, and not too sharp, due to constant work, but he could guess they were still dangerous if necessary. He felt deep affection by this hand, and all it could make with such strength and dexterity. When he finished, he asked for the other arm, walking to the other side of the bed, and Kayamu shifted his position. The rain started to fall, making a soft sound on the roof; everything was in peace.

"I'd like to take off your metal plates and pants, so I can massage your legs."

Kayamu assented, and Treen took out the metal from his shins, his sandals, and with a little help, the dusty pants, leaving the other in the nude. Once more the scent was wonderful, and he resisted the urge to just play with the firm butt, or the small portion of nutsack he could see between the legs. But he was making a relaxing massage, and the garif seemed really pleased until the moment, so he was not screwing that up.

He started massaging the base of the spine, pressing the area with his fists and forearms. He descended by the sides, reaching the thighs, and marveled at their size, the clear lines of the muscles under the short fur, their clear resistance and power. Their inner area was pale and hairless, but the skin was thicker than his, and more grayish. He noticed how the hair started growing on the back area, getting slightly curved upwards until the buttocks, where they made a little spiral. It was cute, and he tried not to giggle.He massaged the back of his knees, and his stone hard calves.

"Could you turn belly up, so I can continue?"

Kayamu muttered something, before turning his body slowly, adjusting his head so the antlers could hang beyond the end of the bed. Trenn noticed how he was relaxed and sleepy.

"There is any are I should avoid? Are you ticklish?"

"Go on..." the other said, probably without hearing the question.

Trenn reached the upper part of his chest, touching his collarbones and massing his shoulders once more. His pectorals were immense; their shape clearly visible and pretty charming. He touched them with awe, massaging them with care, getting close to the nipples pretty similar to his own. He worked his hands down his sides, pressing the ribs, and noticed Kayamu was not really ticklish, at least when almost sleeping.

He worked the wonderful abs, contouring each one with his fingers, feeling the calm breathing. When he reached the underbelly, the garif was snoozing a little.

Grinning to himself, he continued to relax the muscles, so his dear would feel good when awake. But he was getting a little distracted by the small portion of the garif's body really close to his hand.

The sheath and balls.

The other was completely unexcited, and Trenn could barely see the discrete shape of the member inside the meat pouch. There was no sign of the sensitive knot. The whole thing moved a little with each inhalation. Maybe he could play just a little...

But that would not be fair. His friend was sleeping, completely vulnerable...

And that was terribly instigating.

Feeling his own member swell and move inside his pants, Trenn continued his massage over the thighs, trying to think in different things. He played with his finger over the front part, passing them over the inner part, feeling the lovely musk coming from the groins.

Now I can clearly outline the member inside there... was I wrong? No, I'm sure I checked this with all my attention... who could blame me?

He looked again to the masked face, still slightly to one side, with the constant low snoring sound. Kayamu was in deep sleep.

Trenn massaged the thighs with more firmness, getting closer to the genitals, brushing his fingers on the bare skin. When he touched the hot area just beside the sack, he could easily see the sheath growing.

He's getting aroused while still sleeping!

Probably it was the massage... but maybe he could sniff the young man's arousal too.

I'll at least finish... and then I see if I can play a little.

He proceeded pressing the knees and shins, until he reached another weak spot. For him, at least.

The feet were covered in a layer of dust and dirt from all the travel, where one could easily outline the sandal's strap marks crossing his skin. Trenn used the garif's pants to clean them softly, trying to not wake him up, and the result was acceptable.

He started massaging the ankles, and instep, noticing all the tiny blue veins and the long bones. The feet were large, wide, the toes with long dark claws just like the fingers. His hands traveled through the sweaty soles, feeling the harsh texture, and the many small white scars from all the years walking barefooted. His thumb pressed the curve on the sole, traveling down to the heel, before going back. Without noticing, Trenn got closer with his head, so he could feel better the scent.

His fingers pressed each of the toes, from the base until the tip of the claws. That made the garif tense his foot, curving it and creating wrinkles on the soles. The man could not resist anymore, and encouraged by the snores, he pressed his face against the right sole in front of him, feeling the dust and sweat over his cheek; he pressed his nose closer to the toes and between them, hit instantly by the powerful musk. The contact made the foot tense again, and Kayamu kicked a little, maybe annoyed with the feeling.

Trenn continued pressing and rubbing his face over the foot, and before he could think twice, he extended his tongue, licking the sole and the big toe, until the tip of the claw. Kayamu grunted and moved away his foot, making the hume think that he finally fucked up everything. He looked to the bed, nervous, but found out the other was still sleeping.

And that the pinkish tip of the cock was peeking out from the sheath.

You like it when I play with you!

That was really encouraging, but he was still in doubt, feeling that he was abusing the other in some level. But if he was liking it... at least he would wake up with good feelings. He was just test how far he could go before that.

Not so worried about waking Kayamu up, Trenn returned to the feet in front of him, playing with them with his face, lips, and tongue. He licked the sole and the heel, and sucked the toes, from the base until the claws, while still massaging other parts. He could feel the other tensing and moving in short jolts, his toes spasming and curving, the soles full of delicate wrinkles for him to explore, or strained when the foot tensed backwards. The garif would deliver different sounds and moans, some seeming appreciative, or would kick a little, especially when his tongue teased the sensitive area from between the claws.

All that playing was full of the musk he loved so much. He didn't mind getting slightly dirty in the process.

When he started biting playfully, he noticed the garif starting to return to his wakeful state. He bit the toes, both sides, but the soles were the best part. His pants were already untied, and his wet erection was free in the fresh rainy air. Now Kayamu could spot his scent with no doubt. Finally Trenn thought he was done with the feet, and started moving up, massaging again the long and strong legs, until he reached the groin, where he rested his head again, inhaling deeply, and started to lick, teasing everywhere, the thighs, the balls, the hot area in between, and the sheath, where the knot was already visible under the layer of skin.

The moaning coming from Kayamu changed completely in tone, but the garif was still too confused to understand exactly what was happening. Most of his cock was already exposed, but still growing and getting harder. The fur of his underbelly was getting wet and messy from the lubricant. Trenn decided it was time to get really into the game, and started licking the cock, tasting its entire surface. He was not in a hurry now, and he had all the time to feel the curvy veins, the delicate and wet pinkish skin, the small bump of the urethra running all its length, the pulse inside it, the heat and the wonderful smell. The pre started to drip slowly.

"Ah... ah... unf..." Kayamu groaned, tensing his body. His hips was moving slightly upwards, and Trenn found it really funny. When he teased the underside of the tip, the big guy was humping his face very awkwardly.

Let's have fun together. It's time to wake up.

He moved down, teasing the entire member with his tongue and lips until the base. He pressed his mouth against the opening of the sheath, mixing the lubricant with his saliva, and sucked a little, feeling the short hairs tickling his face. He descended again, reaching right under the big lump of the knot, still trapped inside, and pressed his lips with more firmness, almost biting. That made Kayamu roar and jump on the bed, and his cock convulsed, shooting pre almost to his chest.

"What are you doing?... Ah... Did I fall sleep?"

"Yes. I hope you liked the massage." Trenn answered, licking his lips to remove the fluids in there.

"It was wonderful. But and now...?"

"Before you left, I promised you something, didn't I?"

"Indeed."

"I never break my promises."

"I see." The garif touched the hume's arm with care, descending through his side, and reaching down Trenn's cock. His firm palm stroked the cock, making the other moan. "I'm glad to hear that."

"So... I'll continue. With your cock."

"It's not fair. I want to touch you too. Get here, over me."

"You don't need to ask twice!" the hume got to the bed, facing the opposite direction, resting his knees on both sides of the other's waist. The garif had a clear vision of his ass, and soon got his hand again on his cock.

"I can't... make the same thing you do to me." Kayamu said, already stroking Trenn's member up and down.

"Oral sex, you mean? It's fine. You're wonderful with your hands." Trenn assured him, and he was sincere. He was already pretty hard and wet from all the fun he had with the garif's body, and that firm strokes would certainly set him off. The human darted to the cock resting on the wet belly in front of him, now in its full size, the glans already flaring. He licked all the length, and bit again the tip of the sheath, delivering another wave of pre to the red fur, while the hand on his member started moving for quickly.

Kayamu reached his own fluids, covering the fingers of his free hand. When they were slick enough, he started poking the ass in front of him, making the young man moan around his cock. He teased the area, intruding only the tip of his finger, until the other relaxed. He could feel the hot area with his delicate massage, going deeper very slowly.

Meanwhile, Trenn was licking the sensitive tip, noticing how it turned deep red and bigger, and the tiny slit opened, pulsing even more with every wave of pre. His lips and chin were covered in the salty and musky fluids. The underside and the tiny borders were great spots, making the garif groan and thrust a little. His hands reached for the furry balls, rolling them like precious jewels.

The knot was huge, and even though he saw it a few times now, he would never be totally accustomed with its dimension. The sheath was incredibly elastic, except for the very tip, that seemed tight enough to close around its beginning. The female garif were truly heroines to keep that monster inside them. He knew Kayamu would be really close when the knot started to force the exit through his sheath; but even inside there the area was still sensitive enough for him to have fun, and that's exactly what he intended.

His hand grabbed the knot, squeezing it, and making it move a bit more. Kayamu snarled, and his hand trembled, getting really deep in the hume's ass. A jet of precome hit Trenn's face with strength. To avoid a shot in the eye, he closed his lips around the cock, playing with his tongue, and gulping everything he could achieve.

The game was getting intense; their bodies were hot, and the smell of their arousal was much stronger than the flowers fragrance. The garif was just as sweaty as when he arrived, and Trenn was not too behind.

Kayamu stopped stroking Trenn's member, to taste the hume's pre, slipping his finger discretely under his mask.

"You...ah... taste wonderful."

"I shay the shame." Trenn replied, still with the cock inside his mouth.

"I want... to taste it from the source."

The hume stopped his motions, letting the cock escape his lips, at the exact moment another spasm delivered pre right in the furry belly. "How?"

"I... will adjust the mask."

Trenn realized what that really meant. Kayamu was risking his own identity and secrets... to have better sex with him. No... not only sex. A better relationship with him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, between scared and touched.

"It's worth a try. I'm not sure if this will work."

The young man grinned. "I promise you I won't look, in any circumstances. Trust me."

The garif sighed. Or maybe moaned, when his cock moved again.

"I trust you."

Trenn grinned again, grateful, before returning to his activities. He waited in expectation for a few seconds, already sucking slightly at the member in front of him, while the other seemed to adjust the mask in a way he could at least free a little his mouth... or whatever was there. When he felt the tongue lapping at his genitals, he yelped. He could not feel the lips, but the hot and wet tongue was making a good job; just like the garif's hands, its surface seemed rougher compared to a hume's, gruff, long and agile, teasing his head and slit. The fingers soon returned to move inside his ass and around his balls, and Trenn groaned in complete delight.

His own efforts were getting result: he sucked harder at the tip inside his mouth, pressing it with his tongue against the palate, tickling the underside or the thin edges. With one hand, he continued squeezing the knot, massaging it, while the other walked around touching the balls, the furry buttocks, the hot hole, the inner thighs, and everything he could reach. Both males were now continuously spilling their precome, moaning, breathing with difficulty, and sweating profusely. Kayamu was just much more abundant, and his member seemed pretty alive: it moved, swelled, jumped with every shot.

When the young man started a rhythmic pulse around the knot base, Kayamu started thrusting harder, his vocalization growing more wild. Despite his clear signs of pleasure, Trenn soon noticed who would be the first one to blow.

"I'm chlosh!" Trenn tried to say, but it was impossible due to the remarkable obstruction. He stopped his mouth ministrations, keeping only his hands moving, facing only the furry and muscled legs. "I'm close! It's better for you to stop... before I make a bigger mess in your face and mask."

Kayamu didn't answer him, but merely changed his maneuvers. His free hand started to milk Trenn's cock with strong and frantic motions, and his tongue lapped furiously at his glans. The sudden wave of pleasure hit the hume like an explosion, and he trembled in his legs.

"Fuuuck!..."

He knew he couldn't hold more than a few seconds, but Kayamu was just too good - or cruel - to make him keep a fight like that. The garif inserted another finger in his hole, teasing his prostate like he never felt before. Trenn saw stars, and rested his head right at the side of the garif's immense cock, almost crying with his face lost among the red and musky fur.

His cock exploded in the best orgasm he had in his life, shooting his seed right at the hungry tongue lapping him with no hesitation. All his body was contracting with the climax, and the fingers inside him were just heaven. It seemed to last half a minute, until the tongue became more a torture than a pleasure; yet, he didn't want it to stop. He kept moaning and trembling, and everything stopped only when he felt his cock was already clean again.

He felt the body under him move when the garif reached for his pants, only to clean a little his face and mask. As promised, he didn't look, but felt a little guilty.

"Sorry..."

"Don't say it. It was worth it." Kayamu said.

"It was wonderful... I never felt like this before. It's hard to believe you never did this before."

"It was natural, I think. You also do it fantastically."

"Fantastically, you say? Well, let me try to be worthy of this compliment. I have something to finish." Trenn started playing with the member again, feeling it regain life instantly.

"Gah! Be careful... I can't hold my moves. Or instincts." Kayamu said, his body tense, and both hands tight in fists.

Trenn ignored his fears, and returned his mouth to his target. The member was completely red, and the head flared so wide it could barely fit in. The knot was getting closer to the sheath's tip.

The thrusts started once more, and to surprise Kayamu, the hume encouraged them. He bobbed his head up and down, letting more of the cock enter. The squeezing was just in the perfect time, and the other hand was stroking the length he couldn't get entirely. That was an almost unbearable pleasure to the garif, that was not used to fuck a hole with a tongue that could excite him even more. He couldn't hold his moves, starting to arch his back more and more, snarling and yawling like a wounded beast.

Trenn noticed the balls getting tighter against the hot body under him, and the toes tensing, curved. The tip was touching his throat, sending more and more pre to his stomach, making it hard to not choke in the constant stream. Everything was completely soaked and slicky, while the creature under him kept fucking his mouth with abandon. Once again he felt the power of a garif, all that muscular strength that could break him in two... only to keep squirming in pleasure under him, thanks to his hands and tongue. That was too good, but even that should end.

He could see the flesh of the knot almost passing the sheath, and brushed his fingers right there, while the other hand squeezed under it, pulling it upwards.

Kayamu roared, giving a thurst much stronger, making his cock enter the hume's throat. The tip flared, keeping the member right there. But the sudden move had another result.

With the firm grip under it, the knot finally moved enough to get free, sliding itself in the abundant fluids. Trenn was still holding it from behind, and the area was too sensitive without the extra layer of skin, making it too much for Kayamu.

The member started shooting like a cannon, all the watery ejaculation nearly drowning Trenn. He gulped as best as he could, but he was desperately trying to breath. Grasping the jumping cock, he pulled it out, feeling the engorged glans exiting his throat back to his mouth, with all the semen running from its corners. Now inhaling normally through his nose, the hume could continue pleasing his partner, licking, sucking and playfully biting the cock in front of him.

It was the longest orgasm he ever heard about in any sentient being, the garif huffing and still thrusting upwards with all his energy, differently from a hume, who would easily fall exhausted. After a desperately long time, the cock still delivered small waves of cum every time Trenn touched it with more firmness, or teased it with his tongue.

"Please... stop now... or things will get worse!" Kayamu said, regaining little control, but still not enough to stop the hume with his own hands.

"Worse? I was thinking you liked it!" Trenn said, rather disappointed, cleaning a bit of cum from his mouth. The taste and smell were just incredible.

"Like it?! Puff... Much more than that... but now... I must end it myself."

"End it? By yourself? Now is it not the time where we cuddle and keep together, and...?" The hume asked, sounding naïve. His hand squeezed the member still in its grip, absentminded, and the garif arched his spine again.

"_AAHRGH! ..._It's not over yet! The knot is out." He said, whispering through his teeth.

Trenn looked at the massive portion of cock meat, finally able to see it completely. It was shinning with the many fluids covering it, bigger than his fist, many veins pulsing under the thin reddish skin; it was very smooth on the top, but with little ridges at the base, close to the sheath. If the member was big before, now it was absolutely immense, with the large head flared, in a dark red color, and still hard as steel.

"What's the matter? Tell me, so I can help you! Does it hurt?"

"Hurt? No! It's just uncomfortable."

"Well, I believe that it will go in eventually..."

"Only if I hit a deep orgasm." Kayamu replied, seeming somewhere between worried and embarrassed.

"More than you just did?" Trenn asked, sincerely surprised. "Look at your bed! Look at us! You just covered us in cum!"

"I... well, all my people have different kinds of ejaculation. I have said that before." Kayamu paused, but as Trenn only kept looking at him inquisitively, he continued. "The fluid I just delivered is enough to..." he paused, feeling something that made his member pulse again "...impregnate a female. But a few males have this problem with their knots... they are bigger and too sensitive, and won't come back until we reach a peak of stimulation."

"And you're one of those males, right?"

"A very bad case."

"When we fucked before, you just waited for it to return to normal."

"If it's not touched, it can return to normal size in less than one hour. But now that's out, even the tight grip of my sheath stimulates it..." he paused again, and his cock jumped, as if to prove his point. "I must finish, or I'll be stuck like this forever."

"But why did you say you want to finish by yourself?" Trenn asked, putting his hand over the garif's belly, and stroking the fur. "I want you to feel well, and I just love the idea of making you cum even harder." He completed, looking the mask with affection, and the red meat pole with such a glutton lust it invented another deadly sin.

"I already nearly lost my control during our sex... I won't be able to stop if I start. It could be dangerous. Besides, I know what to do to finish this."

"Look, I really want to do this with you. I want to do anything I can with you. I know you won't try to kill me..."

"No! It's not like that, it's instinctive..."

"If this makes you feel better, I won't let you hurt me. I'll even remove my face from the line if you go really crazy. I have faced a lot of things in my travels, so I can deal with a very horny garif. Just tell me what feels better so I can make you cum before you just start grunting, snarling and roaring again."

Kayamu was still very unsure, so Trenn approached him, covering the garif's body with his own, in a warm, tender and sticky cuddle. When the garif felt the warmness and the touch on his exposed cock, he trembled, humping a little, hugging Trenn so tight his claws were scratching his skin. The male was in really in a delicate situation.

"I don't..."

"Shh... It will be ok. Tell me, what should I do? I want you with all your might."

"Stop it if... necessary. I'll take care of it. You can use your magick if needed."

Trenn interrupted the hug, putting his hand on the member, making it jump and squirt. "It would be cruel. Besides, I believe this would melt the ice pretty soon. So..." The hand descended to the veiny knot, and Kayamu tensed once more. "I see this is spot one. Can we start here?"

The male lacked facial expression, but his body was easy for the hume to read, now that he knew better where to look. He could feel all the doubts, fear, tension, care, desire and the unendurable physical need fight in every fiber of that silhouette and heart.

The answer was a mere whisper. "Yes... and the hole... whatever you call it... can also finish this. I won't resist much longer if you touch me there, too."

Trenn looked at the urethra hole, wet and pulsing, so big in the flared head he could probably fit his little finger there. "But that won't hurt you? Specially if you keep thrusting like that..."

"It won't hurt that much. I need to ejaculate. I don't care how."

"Wait... maybe there is something better." Trenn jumped from the bed, searching something near the table. When he searched for materials to try his crafts, (I need to give them to Kayamu when this finishes...) he found something that could be useful now. Considering the delicacy of the area, it was not necessary something brute like a finger to tease that special point.

He found it soon, washed and dry in the sun: a long feather from a Wu. Its tip was soft, yet the shaft was rigid enough so it wouldn't curve that easily.

"Let's find out if this will work." Trenn said, sitting again in front of the garif, and catching the member in front of him, hearing a moan from the other. He inspected again the delicate and humid head, and the deep orifice at the middle. He touched it slightly with the feather tip, making small circles around the entrance.

Yes, that worked very well.

The tickling sensation was strong on the garif, despite the gentleness, and he turned his head to the side, grumbling, with his neck visibly tense. The hole dilated, as if ready to deliver more fluid again. Trenn was satisfied.

"Big guy, I love playing with you..." he grinned, but Kayamu merely mumbled. "Tell me what works best, so I can use as a final trigger." The hume traced again the feather along the head, from the edges to the center. Soon it was slicky, but still working, as the garif was pointing him. When he inserted half an inch inside the hole, Kayamu reacted strongly.

"This is unbearable!..."

"Okay. I'll stop torturing you now." Trenn said with compassion. He returned his attention to the knot, squeezing it, and making the member come to life just like it was before the orgasm, delivering his quick shots of precome. "I'll play before you go, berserk, though."

The hume licked the squirting pole in front of him, stroking the entire length, but paying special attention to the knot, massaging it with his fingers. Kayamu started humping his face as he expected, but it was not strong enough. The garif seemed in a deep struggle against his own body, clenching his claws, with unstable breath and shivering.

Trenn kept playing with his tongue, lapping the area he could reach, and drinking the fluids right from the source. But the other male was not there to play so much; the garif changed his position, making the hume recline behind, while we was standing in his knees, with his hans on the wall behind him. His thrusts were more vigorous, like an animal trying to mate, and his vocalizations were just accordingly.

After a few minutes, the garif roared louder, delivering another wave of ejaculation down the hume's throat. Better prepared, Trenn took it out sooner, milking the member with both hands, feeling the hot cum flow through his finger, with the glans throbbing inside his grip. It didn't last so much as the first, and he was nearly stopping, when the garif snarled to him.

"Don't stop."

"But you just..." he was confused.

"Don't Stop!! It's not there!" Kayamu replied, with a tone he never used before. It was threatening, wild. Trenn was firstly surprised, but before he could get intimidated, he saw that as some kind of challenge.

I'll do it for real, you horny beast!

The hume grabbed the member, teasing the tip again with the feather, and feeling proud of the intense response he got. His grip was so firm that Kayamu had no options but to stop his motions - as best as he could - while the hume had him at his mercy. He writhed, making marks on the wall with his claws, snorting, completely lost between complete bliss and agony.

Trenn noticed he was not in control of himself, but the stimulation had him in place; it was probably more dangerous to him if he just stopped by that point. The member already covered his chest and belly in fluids.

I think garifs take a great risk of dehydration when they fuck.

He inserted the feather on the enlarged entrance, teasing it's sides, hearing the hopeless hiss just above his head, and smiled. The thrust started again, and it entered a little more, creating even bigger responses, in a cycle of pleasure and lust.

But it wasn't going much far than that. He wanted to touch the knot, but both hands were full, holding the cock in place and moving the feather. He thought about using his feet to tease it, but he knew that area deserved something more dexterous to be properly explored. He then adjusted his body, and positioned the huge member between his legs, scrubbing his belly. He was now facing the huge head, with more than one third of the feather tickling his inside. But the best part was he had a free hand to reach the knot... something he did immediately.

Kayamu bellowed, arching his body with a forceful move when he felt the hand enveloping his meat. The little conscience he had was washed away with the jolts of pleasure in both of his weakest regions. He never felt that much pleasure before... and it was such a long time since he had a full release. He could feel the temperature of his body rising even more, and something deep inside of him growing out of all proportions, an explosion that would culminate in his loins.

Trenn explored the knot with his fingertips, unable to see it, but the lower area was clearly the best to play with. He felt every ridge and vein under the surface, venturing until the sheath, where it kept the knot outside. The garif growled something in advice. The hand went further, pulling the knot and revealing the smooth skin of the last portion still inside.

The hume was so delighted with the activity, he was surprised by the strong hand grabbing his, trembling and hurting his wrist, trying to pull the knot with bigger intensity. He understood the message: Kayamu was asking for his well deserved realease.

The hume took a deep breath and smiled. The hand with the soaked feather started to spin and tickle with frantic motions.

"Grrrahh!"

His knees pressed the member against him, rubbing from the base to tip. He was almost there.

"Argh!... Argh... ARGH!"

Finally, his hand pulled the knot, spinning around it, fingers scrubbing all the area with violence, and even inside the sheath.

"ROAAAR!"

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First, the member started throbbing and pulsing, with the urethra very open. The glans was like a huge red flower in front of Trenn's face. The jets of cum were just expected, hitting him with force, while he kept all the stimulation. But then it changed, and the watery fluids stopped.

The contractions became swifter, starting at the knot as if it was a pump, and the member expelled a much thicker, creamy ejaculation.

Trenn wanted to help, and abandoned the feather - now too soaked to be useful - to milk the cock with his hand, moving up and down vigorously, while the other kept squeezing at the same rhythm of the orgasm. He still had the time to finger a little the hole once in a while. It was long, intense and perfect.

When the final shot came, the member in his hand started to get flaccid, including the knot. But before he could do anything else, the garif collapsed over him, with all his weight. His body was feverish. The creature was completely exhausted.

It was like heaven for both of them.

"It was not that bad, was it?"

Kayamu couldn't talk yet. His mind was drowning on the best afterglow he ever had. Every muscle was relaxing, and he entered a nearly hypnotic state.

We can bath tomorrow, because the rain will continue. And deal with the bed, and everything else.

The human hugged the other again, rolling their bodies to set him at his side. Their arms and legs were tangled. The red fur was soft against bare skin.

Now I just want him close to me, and believe I did something good. We can talk later... it's not a matter o words... something bigger happened.

They cuddled through the night, both breathing deeply and slowly, together. The sound of rain was tranquilizing.

And I will make it happen again.