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CHAPTER 18

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With the Hakar now over we all returned to the village for a celebratory feast. I was congratulated by everyone for how well I had fought. I was sore all over from my fights, particularly my fight with Garr. But it was nothing that wouldn't heal over a couple of days. The village was packed with furs many of them having travelled great distances to be here. Music was being played as the dancers performed for everyone. Food and drink were being consumed as quickly as it could be served. It was an amazing spectacle, with an equally amazing atmosphere.

However I was distracted. I was deep in thought as to what I could do to show everyone in the village my appreciation of their hospitality, friendships and care I had experienced during my time with them. I felt that I had to do something. I was racking my brains for ideas, but nothing really came to mind. I didn't have time to do individual acts for everyone, it had to be a single act.

I was pulled from my thoughts as the beat of drums echoed in the air around me. The dancers began to perform one of the traditional Masrur dances, one which told of a battle that the Masrur fought an won many ages past, allowing their race to survive by crushing their enemies. It was a dance I had seen dozens of times now, and of course Shasmar was leading the dance. She really was an incredible dancer! Her movements were as fluid and smooth as any warrior could hope to be on the battlefield. This was her battlefield, portraying the story being told, and bringing the feelings of the crowd to a peak in time with the music! Masrur truly loved their stories, and the most famous of them had a dance to go with it!

That was when it struck me, an idea for what I could do to show my appreciation! I could help perform on of these stories! One which all Masrur held close to their hearts! I had only been told about it by Shasmar, I had never seen it performed. It was a story that was important to the Masrur, but was apparently rarely performed. Could I really do this? If I messed it up I could ruin my reputation with the Masrur, offending them by my poor attempt of a rendition of one of their most cherished stories.

To hell with it! I would try! I couldn't allow the fear of failing to stop me now! But I couldn't do this alone! When the performance ended I forced my way through the crowd and grabbed Shasmar's attention. We moved to a quiet corner behind one of the huts to speak. I told her my plan, and that I was going to need her help to pull it off. She smiled and agreed to help me without question. I was ecstatic! I hugged her and then told her I was going to need the help of one more fur. But I would speak to them tomorrow.

With the plan made I decided to spend the rest of the night enjoying myself. As Shasmar and I returned to the festivities I saw something I hadn't expected to see. Girtu, a female warrior from the village, and her sister Fantu, lewdly touching Khaine as the three of them sauntered off together. There were some cat calls from many of the males watching them as they left.

I heard someone move behind me and as I turned to see who it was they wrapped the powerful arm around my shoulders. I was immediately hit by the smell of alcohol from their breath. It was Tonga, the head hunter in the village.

"Looks like your friend is going to get his dick wet!" He chortled loudly. "What about you?" He asked, his gaze moving to Shasmar. "Can't say I'd blame you. She is very attractive."

I looked at Shasmar, she looked surprisingly bashful at his words. Normally she'd shrug off such comments. Did she like Tonga? He was a successful hunter, he held some authority in the village as the leader of the hunting parties and was clearly capable of supporting his large family. Not to mention he was well known as a capable fighter from his time as a warrior, before he became a hunter. He was quite attractive as well. His fur markings were quite different from most of the Masrur I'd seen in the village.

"This is your night my friend! Any female here would gladly spread their legs for you if you so much as hinted at it! Hell most of the males wouldn't care if you tried to bed their mates!" He laughed. "I'm sure some males would spread their legs for you as well if you asked."

While Masrur did take mates, they were not monogamous in nature. Unlike in the mortal realm where we could take multiple mates, both male and female, Masrur only kept a single mate and they were only male and female relationships. But they were not limited to these couplings. They could sleep with other males and females if they wished. There were a lot of complicated social and cultural rules around relationships like that, but sleeping with other furs was not a relationship breaking act, unless your mate was particularly possessive.

"But with such fine looking lady here, I don't think you need anyone else!" He chuckled drunkenly. "Now go and have some fun!" Tonga bellowed, shoving me towards Shasmar.

I stumbled forwards and caught myself before I crashed into her. Our muzzles came close to one another and she jumped. I immediately apologised out of instinct, but I realised that her reaction had not been the reaction you'd expect from someone worried you were about to crash into them. No, she was flustered, almost embarrassed even. It took me a moment to realise what was wrong. She was flustered.

In the past she had approached me about having sex with her. I had turned her down.

I had turned her down for the reason that I was still early on in my shaman training, and couldn't risk the emotional attachment being used by the spirit against me. The other reason was that given her status as the most sought after female, I refused a relationship like that with her to prevent creating a rift between me and the other males in the village. Especially if her brother, Harlock, disapproved. I had to live here after all.

But neither of those reason mattered now did they? I had reached a point in my training where I could have relationships with others. And now that I was going to be leaving the village, I didn't have to worry about upsetting some of the locals who would be jealous. I won't deny that she was stunningly beautiful. I had thought about it on more than one occasion, but never acted on it.

I stared at her as all this ran through my head. I felt my body reacting to my thoughts. A tingle in my crotch, my body flushed with heat. She couldn't look me in the eye, she was that bashful. She really was beautiful, especially when she was embarrassed like that.

"What?" She asked, but her tone was so timid. But she seemed to find herself again, and asked more forcefully. "What!?"

I just smiled at her and leant forwards. Our muzzles pressed together in a kiss. She stiffened for a moment before relaxing, wrapping her arms around me and me around her as we kissed. I opened my muzzle slightly, pressing my tongue against her muzzle, which quickly opened her own to receive me. Our tongues wrapped around on another. I lost myself in the moment but was pulled from it as many hoots and hollers erupted around us.

We broke apart to find a large number of furs watching us. Shasmar was quite embarrassed, just as I was, but neither of us shirked away in order to escape their gazes. Instead, I gripped her paw and squeezed it to reassure her.

"Shall we go somewhere a little more private?" I asked. She nodded, smiled and then began to lead me away.

The hoots and hollers of our spectators followed us as we left the festivities. But eventually they faded once we left their sight. She led me to her hut. Once inside she wasted no time in resuming where we'd left off. We stumbled across the room to her bed. I bumped into her bed and fell, her atop of me. She shriek in fright as well fell, but giggled once she realised what had happened. She straddled my waist and looked down at me, timidly as she slowly began to remove the shawl she was wearing to reveal her sizeable breasts.

Her timid behaviour told me that she was looking for reassurance. Did she think I was going to go this far only to reject her now? Or was she just genuinely nervous? I smiled up at her, and sat up, burying my muzzle between her ample bosom and looked her in the eye as I did. In truth, I was nervous myself. It had been a while since I had slept with anyone. Even longer since I'd slept with a female. I hadn't been with another female since Rose...

"I apologise if I don't live up to your expectations." I said, earning a curious expression from her. "It's been a while since I..."

"Shhh." She pressed her finger to my muzzle to silence me. "This my first time ever. So I'm also sorry if I'm not very good at this. I have heard from the other females about how they please their mates in bed. So I have a trick or two that I look forward to trying out." She smiled kindly down at me, caressing the side of my muzzle with her paw.

"Then lets practise together." I grinned, rolling over and pressing her into the bed below me.

One thing I had picked up from over hearing some of the warriors talking was that Masrur females liked to either dominate in the bedroom, or be dominated. I would press my dominance over the situation her and see how she reacted. But however she reacted I was determined to make sure her first experience was a good one. I owed her that much at least.

I pinned her down and began to suckle on her erect nipples, enticing a quiet squeak from her which became a moan of pleasure. She liked having her nipples played with then. I upped my game and gently tugged on them, careful not to bite into her flesh. Her gentle moans became louder, and her breathing became heavy.

As I continued to tease her nipples, I slowly moved my paw down her slender waist and slipped it beneath her loin cloth. My fingers were met by the hot moistness of her sex. She gasped and pushed herself into my paw. I rubbed at her entrance for a few moments before shoving two of my fingers into her.

While I was fingering her she was grasping my back with both paws, her claws digging into my scales as her pleasure slowly increased. I was fully erect at this point. The head of my cock resting against the soft fur of her belly. I wanted nothing more than to shove myself deep inside of her and to ride her body to climax! But I wanted to make this moment about her. I ignored my own instincts and moved myself so I was kneeling between her legs. I pulled her loin cloth off of her, leaving her naked.

She stared down at me. Watching at what I was doing. Looking at me expectantly. I pressed my muzzle into her sex, pressing my tongue against her hot damp lips and lapped at her lips. She tasted amazing! Sweet and yet earthy. Like a field of wild flowers. I ravaged her pussy with my muzzle. Pressing my tongue as deep into her as it could go, her legs draped over my shoulder, her thighs clamped on either side of my head.

Gazing up her body I couldn't see her muzzle over her arching belly and heaving bosom. Her paws were digging into her mattress. She was making some incredible noises. But after a while she went silent, her body stiffened completely and the was a barely audible gasp from her before my muzzle was flooded with her sweet juices as she climaxed. Her sex clamping down around my tongue. It tried my best to keep going, forcing my tongue into her taut sex. She began making high pitched, irregular squeaks of pleasure. Her climax lasted longer than I had thought possible. By the times she all but went limp on the bed, gasping for air, I was struggling for air. My muzzle, neck and chest glistening with her excess fluids.

I wiped the now cold fluids away with my paw as I stood up. She was laying with her arm draped over her eyes. Her chest heaving in her after glow. I was glad I could make her first time as pleasurable as that. But now it was my turn. I leant over her, cock in paw and aimed it right at her pussy. She looked at me in mild confusion, realisation dawning on her as I pressed the tip into her entrance.

In response she wrapped her legs around my waist, grabbed my by the back of my neck and pulled me down into a passionate kiss. After a moment of returning the kiss I pressed my hips forwards, pressing myself into her. She broke the kiss as she gasped. I pulled my hips back and pressed forward again. This time sinking over half of my length inside her. It took all my willpower not to cum right there. She was so hot and tight! I had to pause for a few moments before pressing on.

By the time I sunk all the way into her, so only my knot remained, she was gasping in pleasure again. She had taken me easily enough, this being her first time. I pulled free of her grasp so I was standing up right, cock buried inside of her as she gazed up at me with pleasure filled eyes. I grasped her waist and began pumping my hips back and forth.

Watching her writhe in pleasure was a sight to behold. Her gasps and moans music to my ears, pushing my closer to my own climax. But I didn't want it to end too soon. I wanted to make sure this was a pleasurable for her as possible, but also to stoke my own ego as a good lover. I wanted to make sure she had a few of her own stories to share with the other females about our night together. I stopped myself a few times in order to reign in my inevitable climax.

"By the Gods!" She cried out.

I felt her tightening around me again. Her body tensing and her juices now beginning to run down my thighs. The cooling sensation of her juices on my scales as they slowly rolled down my legs were an unfamiliar sensation for me. But this was as good a time as ever! I was going to try and cum at the same time as her. I sped up my thrusts. She moaned louder and louder. She stopped breathing at one point as her maw was wide in a silent cry, hers eyes clenched shut. It was at this point I shoved my hips forwards into her as hard as I could muster, trying to shove my knot into her depths!

My knot slid into her on the third thrust. As he hot, wet tightness wrapped around my knot stars appeared at the edge of my vision, and in two more restricted thrusts I exploded inside of her! I gasped as the pressure in my crotch exploded and a wave of relief washed over me. In that moment all my fatigue from the day hit me all at once and I fell atop of her, barely catching myself before I crushed her against the mattress.

She kissed me. A kiss I eagerly reciprocated as we both came down from our orgasms. We rolled onto our sides, my knot firmly holding us together as we basked in our after glow. I was ready to fall asleep, but I fought against that urge.

"Th-that was amazing!" She huffed. I just smiled, allowing her words to stoke my ego. "I've heard stories, but I never thought it would feel that good!"

"I'm glad." I muttered. As much as I would have liked to keep going the urge to sleep was just getting stronger.

"Sleep now Malakye." She caressed the side of my muzzle and pulled a thin blanket over us.

My tiredness must have been quite obvious. I didn't fight against the urge to sleep anymore. As I drifted off I focused on the relaxing rhythm of her breathing, her warmth and her comforting embrace. In moments I was fast asleep.

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The next morning I woke early, well before the sun had begun to rise. And after another couple of rounds of mind blowing sex with Shasmar, she had passed out once more. I got dressed and left her hut as the early morning sun was cresting the horizon. The morning sun warmed me to the core. The brisk morning air was refreshing! I felt better than I could remember feeling in such a long time!

I ran through the village, avoiding the debris of the celebrations the night before. There were a couple of dozen Masrur curled up here and there as they slept off their drunken stupor. Only a few of the older females were up and about, already preparing the breakfast for the village.

I arrived at Elder Reema's hut and paused a moment before knocking on the wood that formed the entrance to her home, which was hidden behind nothing more than a simple curtain. I knocked again and suddenly became very aware of the fact that she was likely still sleeping. In my excitement I hadn't even considered...

Before I had a chance to consider retreating the curtain was pushed aside and very sleepy looking Reema poked her head out, her eyes squinted in the morning sun. She stared at me for a few moments before realising who it was that had disturbed her sleep.

"Malakye? What in the name of Solas are you doing at this time of the day!?" Her tone carried the threat of a scolding if I didn't give a good reason for waking her.

"I apologise Elder Reema." I bowed my head apologetically. "I didn't realise the time. But I need your help urgently!"

"Tch... very well." She made a motion with her paw to follow her as she retreated back into the privacy of her hut. After I entered I realised that she was not wearing her regular robes, and was in fact very naked. It was the first time I had ever seen her in such a state, not that she had anything to be embarrassed about. For an elderly Masrur, she certainly didn't have a frail body. Her breasts weren't as perky as someone even half her age, but she certainly wasn't unattractive. "So tell me, what is so urgent that you need my help for at this time of day, that couldn't wait another hour or two?" She asked as she poured herself a a drink of water from a jug, gesturing me to take a seat.

"Again I apologise for the hour." I repeated as I took my seat. She remained standing, letting out a wide yawn. "But I will be leaving in a week."

"I am aware."

"Yes, well..."

"Out with it boy!" She scolded me impatiently.

"I want to do something to show my appreciation, for the hospitality all the Masrur have shown me during my time here." I explained.

"You don't need to do any such thing." She said. "We have been honoured by the Guardian Deities enough for choosing us to host you while you trained."

"Perhaps so. But 'I' want to do something in return."

"Very well, and what might this thing be, since you apparently need my help?"

"I want to perform the ru'sta."

"Oh! Very brave." She smiled.

"Shasmar has already agreed to help me, but I need your help in regards to the music."

"So you think you can learn to play the songs on the viol, in addition to the dance in less than seven days?"

"I want to try at least." I said with as much conviction in my tone as I could muster, locking her gaze with my own.

"It will not be easy." She said, staring me down. "Do you truly believe that you can pull it off?"

"I have been released from my training this week in order to try." I explained. That seemed to get her attention.

"Well then, we had best get started!"

"You'll help me then!?" I asked excitedly.

"Of course I will!" She smiled. "You are my student, I can't very well have you perform some half-assed rendition of the ru'sta to the village! It would reflect badly on me."

"Thank you so much!"

"I hope you're ready for this!" Her tone took on a menacing tone. "Because your fingers will be bleeding by the end of this!"

I gulped nervously before nodding. My training up till now had not been easy, and I was willing to put in all the effort I could into this! She smiled and nodded her head towards the door, indicating me to leave her now.

"After breakfast meet me at the Northern entrance. And bring Shasmar with you. I will get her excused from her duties this week."

"Yes. Thank you Reema!" I smiled wildly before skipping out of her hut like an excited little cub.

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As promised Reema arrived at the Northern entrance of the village shortly after breakfast was finished. She arrived carrying a large woven basket and the viol. She handed me the basket, the contents of which were hidden under the white cloth, but I could smell freshly baked bread waft from it. We followed her out of the village for a good hour, unsure of our final destination, but the whole time she lectured me about the nature of the story I would be performing.

It was the tale of a legendary Masrur who was born into a proud warrior clan. However the Masrur in question was very frail and sickly as a cub. As a result he was viewed as weak and many of his clan thought his mere existence brought shame to his clan. He was disowned by his clan and was taken in by an elderly Masrur couple who had never been blessed with cubs of their own.

They nursed the young cub back to health, and since he couldn't train as a warrior, they taught him music instead. The Masrur dedicated himself to his training for years and was quite talented. But despite his talent as a musician. By the time he came of age he was able to train as a warrior, but was much smaller and weaker than other Masrur his age. When the Masrur who had taken him in eventually passed away he went on a journey.

Weeks after leaving his home, lost in the middle of the wilderness, weak with hunger, he encountered a Deity. Recognising the Deities power he begged them for help. The Deity agreed to help, but their help would come at a price. Seeing how weak and frail he was, the Deity required him to prove why he was worth saving.

And so the young Masrur pulled out his viol, the only possession he still had left in the world, and played a song. That song brought the Deity to tears, and convinced them that any fur capable of such beautiful music should be allowed to live. They took the Masrur into their care, and made them an offer. In return for playing beautiful music for them, they would help them attain the strength that any warrior would be envious of! He accepted the offer.

No one saw the young Masrur until years later.

He appeared out of no where during a war between the Elves and the Masrur tribes. On the eve of battle he appeared at the battlefield where the battles had been fought for weeks now, neither side showing any signs of weakening. During the battle he slew dozens of Elven warriors by himself. His strength and battle prowess awing any Masrur who laid eyes on him! Despite his reputation as a warrior he also had an even greater reputation as a musician. It was said that he had used his music to calm the souls of the warriors before battle, and all of them fought with the strength of ten Masrur! Some claimed his music to be the work of the Gods themselves!

When the war eventually ended, his legend was already firmly rooted in the minds of the Masrur tribes of the time, he vanished. Reappearing when war erupted once again, and disappearing just as quickly when the war came to an end. He began a mythical warrior who would appear when his people needed him. Bringing music and battle prowess to the battlefield.

It was this fur who apparently brought the culture of using dance and music to recount tales of the past to the Masrur. It was truly an amazing tale. It was a story that the Masrur held dear, and the ru'sta was the performance made to honour this Legendary Masrur. It was rarely performed. Likely because it required the fur taking the role of the legendary hero to be able to play the viol while also taking part in the dance itself. It was usually only performed by two furs. One representing the Deity and the other the legendary Masrur; Shasmar would be the Deity, and I would be the viol playing Masrur.

"It's amazing that one fur changed the Masrur culture so much!" I said, now having heard many parts of the story I hadn't heard before.

"Yes!" Shasmar exclaimed. "I can't imagine what life would be like without music and dance! And it will be an honour to play the part of Lady Jan'Zar!"

"Wait..." I stopped in my tracks. "The Deity in the story was Jan'Zar?"

"Lady Jan'Zar yes." Reema confirmed. "Did you not know that?"

"No!" I exclaimed and they both laughed. "What's so funny?!"

"Because dear Malakye, you likely don't realise who the Masrur in the story is either." Reema answered.

"The Masrur?" I frowned. "Of course not. You never said their na..." My eyes widened as suddenly I was struck by the realisation of the truth. "GARR!!!?"

"Of course." Shasmar smiled sweetly. "This is the story of Garr! We never get to perform it since only a warrior, whose ability in battle has been acknowledged, may perform his role."

I was in absolute disbelief. Garr was at one time a sickly weakling? And he played music as well? I thought that they were pulling my tail for a few moments until I realised that this why this particular performance was held so dear to the Masrur. Only a strong warrior, who also knew how to play the viol, and how to dance were allowed to perform the role of Garr? No wonder it was such a rare performance.

"Am I allowed to perform this then?" I asked.

"I shouldn't see why not." Reema smiled as she began to pace around me. "You have been training with not only the legendary Champion, Master Jun'lao and of course Champion Kami, but by the Lady Jan'Zar herself. You've also been trained by, and fought valiantly against, the very Masrur the story itself is based on during your Hakar! You have earned the respect and admiration of everyone who witnessed the fight."

"I don't think there is anyone else that is more deserving of performing this than you Malakye!" Shasmar said excitedly.

"Quite so." Reema agreed. "However, whether you have the honour to do so or not is besides the point. After all, you still need to learn how to perform it to begin with! Now, lets get along. We are nearly there."

"Where are we going?" I asked as we headed towards a small group of trees.

"I imagine that you want to keep this performance as a surprise to the rest of the village. Not only to make a surprise, but to avoid disappointing them if you fail to master it in the short amount of time you have." She said sharply.

She was right. It would be better not to do the performance at all if I was unable to learn how to do it well enough, given the importance and significance the ru'sta. I didn't want that to happen though, as I would not have the time to learn another dance quickly enough if I failed. Reema would likely have the last say on whether or not I was ready to perform it in front of the rest of the village or not.

We entered the tree line and a few minutes later entered a small clearing that offered us a lot of shade from the sun. Enough space in order to practice the dance. I put the basket on a rock in the middle of the clearing and Reema immediately handed me the viol and the bow.

"Now, it is time." She declared. "I hope you're prepared."