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For weeks the galley sailed up the sluggish river, propelled by the strength of the rowers who manned the oars. It was exhausting work, and Garrik's entire body ached. The dampness and constant lashings soon turned his clothes into clinging rags, and the meagre rations were never enough to satisfy his hunger. Day and nights merged into a nightmarish routine only broken by the occasional stop at a small village or trading post to get supplies. Garrik's anxiety mounted as time went on without a word from the ship's captain regarding their final destination, or when he and Mèlu would be free to leave. Soon, his mind began to conjure up terrifying pictures of slavers boarding the ship and carrying his friend off while he was left to yank powerlessly at his chains. He became increasingly convinced that they needed to escape the galley and its crew of sinister wolves. But how?

One evening the gnoll laid among dozens of other slaves sprawled around the lower deck, trying to catch a few precious hours of rest amid the stench of unwashed bodies. Even at this hour the ship's hold was hot as an oven, and a multitude of noises kept him awake, from the scurrying of rats to the loud snoring of the men. He was about to finally fall asleep when he was roused by angry voices coming from the upper deck.

"Get lost, Kori. I'm not your boy anymore. Find someone else to suck your filthy cock!"

"H-h-h-eeeey! You ungrateful little shit. That's how you treat your old pal Kori after all he's done for you?"

The gnoll's heart sank, even drunk and slurred the taskmaster's gruff voice was unmistakable.

"You get your dick back in your pants or I'll stick this knife in your guts," the first wolf snarled.

A string of expletives followed, but the taskmaster backed off audibly. To Garrik's horror, his steps headed towards the hold. With a loud bang, he opened the trapdoor leading to the dark belly of the ship and clambered down the ladder.

The wolf staggered down between the rows of benches, occasionally stopping to vent his frustration by kicking an unfortunate slave. Garrik huddled under his bench, hoping the marauding wolf would not notice him, but he let out a small yelp when a hand gripped the scruff of his neck.

"You," the wolf blurted between clenched teeth, "Used to be a whore, right? You'll do."

The taskmaster twisted painfully a handful of Garrik's loose skin to force him to his feet. After clumsily unlocking the shackles that bound the gnoll, he shoved his hand in what was left of Garrik's pants to grope at his manhood. Laughing idiotically at his good joke, he led his captive roughly out of the hold and Garrik was forced to hobble along as well as he could.

The ship was bathed in bright silvery moonlight, giving everything an unreal glow. Of the younger wolf that Garrik had heard earlier there was no trace. Most of the crew slept in the forecastle at the bow of the galley, and the two were alone on the deck. Garrik blinked, his eyes sensitive even to the pale light after being so long in the dark.

In better circumstances Garrik would have found the scenery breathtaking. Rich orchards and luscious palm groves lined the banks of the placid river. Here and there the trees gave way to cultivated patches where outlines of small huts or the glow of fires could be seen. All was silent, save for the rhythmic lapping of the river against the hull, but what most lifted Garrik's spirits was the sweet faint scent of the desert that the breeze carried to his nose. He had not realized how much he missed his home.

The taskmaster did not allow him to enjoy the soothing view for long. With drunken kicks and curses he herded the gnoll to the rear of the galley, where stacks of crates and barrels ensured they would not be seen. After pushing Garrik against a large crate, he pulled his sheath from his loincloth and slowly stroked himself to an erection.

"Suck it, you whore, or there won't be any skin left on your back tomorrow," he hissed as a musky, all-too-familiar smell started to seep into the gnoll's nostrils.

Garrik remained motionless. Sadness, disgust and anger swirled in his chest. "Mèlu," he told himself repeatedly, "I must be strong and bear it for Mèlu."

A look of surprise, followed by anger, fell across the sailor's face.

"I told you to suck it. You deaf? You better obey, or your last days here will be hell."

The gnoll's round ears perkep up. "Last days? What do you mean?" he asked, baffled.

The wolf hiccuped and giggled again. "Oh yeshhhh, you don't know. You'll find out soon enough. H-h-hey, perhaps I should borrow your friend from the captain while I still can."

Garrik's right fist clenched and began to shake, his nails biting into the flesh of his palm.

"That little slut looks like he wants it up the ass from a real man. I bet he'll scream like a girl when I shove my meat into him," he grinned, a glint of pure malice in his eyes.

Garrik had previously lashed out at the fat merchant in anger, and had been punished for that.

This time he would not repeat his mistake.

He unclenched his hands and nodded meekly to the taskmaster, and when the wolf relaxed his pose Garrik suddenly grabbed his shoulders and kneed him as hard as he could into his plump wolf balls. He had been waiting with his legs spread open, and Garrik could feel a satisfying crunch vibrate through his bone as it connected with the other man's large yet tender orbs.

He made a high pitched inhalation and crumbled onto the deck, teary-eyed and grasping his bruised testicles. Garrik did not waste any time. He rolled the wolf over and started to go methodically through his possessions, snatching away his dagger and the heavy keyring dangling on his belt while the wolf tried to weakly protest between gasps for air. Satisfied, Garrik hooked his arms under the wolf's neck and knee, and hoisted him on the railing.

"W-wait!" his former bully managed to yelp before he was unceremoniously tossed overboard. He made a loud splash that no one else was there to hear, and disappeared underwater quickly. Some air bubbles made the surface frothy for a moment while Garrik watched, but the wolf did not seem to be in any hurry to rise up.

"I'll ask himself, you pig," Garrik muttered and spat on the spot where the taskmaster had disappeared.

Garrik started walking rapidly towards the slave hold, but a thought struck his mind that made his steps slow down, then stop completely. He had intended to free the slaves and take over the ship with their help, but then what? The slaves had no idea how to sail, but what made the pit of his stomach turn cold was a far more personal fear. He had sweated and toiled with these men, and knew that they were as rough as they were downtrodden. Chained to the oars they simmered with hatred, and when freed they would take their revenge on their tormentors.

There would be blood, and worse as the freedom-drunk men would slake their long denied lusts. The slaves were his fellows, poor and unlucky just like himself, and none of them deserved their fate--yet Garrik could not bring himself to trust them. Not now when his and Mèlu's salvation was so close at hand. He could not take the chance of the frenzied mob setting their hungry eyes upon the lithe, feminine fox, tearing him away from his hands squealing with fear, while he was powerless to stop them.

"I'm sorry, but you're on your own," Garrik whispered at the hold doorway looming in the darkness, and turned away. The guilt twinged hard in his chest, but he drowned it with rationalizations for the safety of his friend. Imagining Mèlu's cries for help chilled him to the core, but in truth what spurred him to action was imagining Mèlu's cries of pleasure in the hands of other men.

Garrik made his way to the captain's private quarters at the ship's aft where Mèlu would be held. He padded softly through the creaking, dark corridor and saw faint candlelight shining under the door. Puzzled, he pressed his ear against the keyhole and listened. He could hear two voices, one low and growly while the other was much lighter, but he could not make out what they were saying.

Mèlu's words from several weeks ago echoed through his mind. "The captain," he had said, "he's one of those people who enjoy hurting others." They made his blood freeze. Was the man abusing the helpless fox at this very moment? He listened again. No, the voices were indistinct but he couldn't detect any anger or fear in their tones. But what could they be doing at this hour? Another vision, one that was far more gut-wrenching, began to take form in his mind.

He saw the two men sprawled on the captain's bed, drinking wine and engaging in light-hearted pillow talk after making love. An angry scowl disfigured his face and bared his teeth. Moving on instinct, his hand unsheathed the stolen dagger and clutched it tightly. He had already killed once tonight, and another dead wolf would not make a difference.

It was lucky for the captain that the table he and Mèlu were sitting at was on the opposite side of the room, with the large bed standing between them and the door. Otherwise, Garrik would have slit his throat the moment he burst into the cabin. As it was, the piece of furniture granted him a few precious moments to gather his wits when the door crashed open and the furious gnoll burst roaring into the room like the monster from an old wife's tale.

"Garrik! But what in the..." Mèlu blurted when he recognized his friend.

After several long weeks in the vermin-infested hold Garrik was not a pretty sight nor smell. What little remained of his clothes hung in tattered rags from his dishevelled frame, and saliva dripped from his open jaws. The only good thing he had got from his time as a rower was a much-improved physique, but the mighty knots of muscles and sinew that rolled under his fur did nothing to soften his looks.

For an instant the captain stood stupefied on his seat, his mouth agape at the unexpected intrusion. But he moved with the swiftness of a man accustomed to violence. He bolted from his chair and gripped the hilt of the rapier that hung from his belt. The two men were about to fall on each other with naked steel and glistening fangs when a shriek from Mèlu froze them in place.

"No! No please no! Stop I beg you."

Garrik turned his eyes towards the small fox. Mèlu was dressed in a silk nightshirt cut just above his hips, and his wide open legs revealed more than he had intended to show. Despite his light clothing, he appeared completely unmolested, and on the table stood not a bottle of rum or wine but two cups of freshly-made tea.

The captain moved to position himself between the fox and his adversary, his drawn sword raised in a defensive posture. "How did you get out of the hold? What is that old wineskin Kori doing?" he growled.

"He's feeding the fishes, and soon you'll be keeping him company," Garrik snarled.

The captain's eyes went wide for a fraction of a heartbeat but he did not lose his composure. "I don't know what you're thinking," he said calmly, "but I didn't touch the boy."

"Liar!" Garrik roared, "You hurt him! He told me!"

"Garrik," Mèlu said, his voice very soft and quiet, "He's telling the truth. He's been very gentlemanly and nice to me."

"But, your bruises... You told me..." Garrik replied, suddenly very confused.

"I lied," the fox replied, his voice breaking as if choking back tears. "One of the wolves grabbed my wrist while I was on an errand and tried to kiss and fondle me. The captain heard my cries and came to my rescue, I had to stop him from hanging the poor sailor on the spot."

The hand holding the dagger fell lifelessly to Garrik's side. What was happening? Again he was in a situation he could not solve with bites and punches.

"I'm sorry. You were in that horrible place while I was living in comfort. I simply couldn't look you in the eyes and tell you the truth." Mèlu clutched his face in his delicate hands and began to sob.

"But why," Garrik pleaded, desperate to understand, "why leave me down there then? I was so worried for you!" He moved towards Mèlu arm extended, but the fox hid his face by looking away. "Do you know how I felt being chained down there while believing that you were in danger? Answer me, please..." Garrik started, but conflicting emotions welling up in his chest choked out his voice, and his hand was stopped short from touching Mèlu's shoulder.

"Because I told him so," the captain spoke up. He moved cautiously towards his desk taking sideways steps, and settled down gingerly without breaking eye contact with Garrik. He set his rapier on the desk in arm's reach and pushed the tea cups aside to make space. "I am planning an excursion that I want to keep a secret from my crew." Even in the tense situation he sounded confident, the gruffness of his voice proving that he was alarmed but not intimidated by the wayward lover. "Having you living up here would have raised questions, ones that I wasn't keen on answering. Not one bit! So, it had to be done this way."

Even Garrik could hear the lie in the captain's words, and he huffed in frustration. "And you thought this was fine without asking me?" he gestured angrily, spreading his hands and made Mèlu face himself.

"Please don't be angry at me..." Mèlu sobbed, "Mahresh is a good man, he'll help us if we do as he says!"

"Do you really believe that?" Garrik lowered his voice, the unspoken answer hanging heavy in the air between them. That Mèlu now called the captain by his first name stung his heart, a little.

"Garrik, please, you weren't here..." Mèlu wrung his fingers. He had stopped crying, but he still looked thoroughly upset.

"I could have been." Garrik felt fed up with the conversation and turned to face the captain, bristling with barely contained anger. "You. Whatever you're planning, know that I make sure it won't work!"

Mahresh had taken out a map scroll, which he now unfurled on the desk. "Don't resent your friend for seeing the reason," he said with a cool voice, "because that way you'll miss the opportunity of your lifetime. How does a pile of treasure bigger than you can carry sound to you? Enough to quell that rage in your belly, son?"

"More lies." Garrik snorted.

Mahresh shook his head. "I swear on the names of God that I speak only the truth. Your friend told me that you're running from a shady bunch of people, ones that are willing to spend large sums of money for a son of a nobleman and who have a gruesome fate in mind for him."

Garrik tensed up again. Had the captain decided to betray them for that large reward for their capture?

Mahresh stared at him under his brow, his jewel blue eyes unflinching, his voice steady as it pronounced every word slow and clear. "I know who they are. And I want to rob them of their wealth so they can never do this again."

Garrik narrowed his eyes, half in suspicion and half in cautious interest. The gnoll had little understanding of money, but he knew that enough of it would solve his and Mèlu's problems at a stroke. No more fleeing and hiding, no more masters, no more humiliation. It was the promise of freedom and a fresh start for both of them. "Tell me more," he finally replied in a slow, even tone.

Only the most astute of observers could have detected the almost imperceptible sag of relief which relaxed the captain's rigid shoulders. He rested his hand on the map and drummed his clawed fingers on the yellowed paper.

"Ever heard of Bel-Shanam? No? Few have. Many generations ago he was the greatest god in this land. No one knew where he came from, but everyone--from kings and warriors to criminals and peasants--sought his blessings. Sadly his help didn't come cheap, and gold alone couldn't sate his voracious desires."

He paused for an instant, as if to let his words sink in. "For centuries his priests were as powerful as they were feared, and they grew immensely rich. Eventually traders and travellers brought new, less abominable gods with them, and the people deserted the altars of Bel-Shanam until his shrines and temples crumbled from neglect and his name faded from memory."

"What does this have to do with us?" the gnoll interjected impatiently.

Mahresh swished his hand like a teacher shushing a noisy schoolboy. "What even fewer people know is that his cult didn't completely die out. Their ranks thinned by desertions, the last of his priests gathered their idols and treasures and retreated to a temple in the desert. Their wealth bought them allies, and they managed to keep the flame of their worship burning. One ritual that their descendants still faithfully observe to this day is the search for a new bride for the divinity. Once every seven years the high priest goes into a trance, and Bel-Shanam shows him a vision of the boy or girl he wishes to mate with. Needless to say, the god's carnal embrace means death for his mortal lover."

"You mean they tried to buy Mèlu to kill him?" Garrik said, his expression halfway between incredulity and horror.

"Sacrifice him, yes. I do not know what the ritual exactly entails, but I know that the god never changes his mind after choosing the object of his desires. One of their agents must have visited the brothel and seen Mèlu. They know him and they won't leave you alone, so we will go to them. The temple has a single entrance protected by thick bronze doors, and Mèlu will be our key. The priests are few in number and they are not warriors. Once they let us in we will have a chance to overpower them and gain access to the riches they have accumulated over centuries."

"So you want to use him as bait to line your pockets!" Garrik growled, his fists clenching.

"Garrik," Mèlu said softly, extending a hand to him, "This is a risk I'm willing to take. This could change everything for both of us, and I'm tired of being tossed around by life."

"He could be making this up! How does he know all of these things?"

A shadow clouded the captain's face, and he looked away. "In my youth I was the close companion of a man who traded in slaves. It so happened that one year the priests' choice fell on one of his prize boys. He was a young, handsome caracal, with his whole life before him, and I will never forget the last look he gave us before the doors of the temple closed on him forever."

An uneasy silence followed the captain's confession. Garrik could easily picture the terror of the caracal's last moments, and the thought that Mèlu could follow him on some blood-darkened altar was unbearable. Yet what was the alternative? A penniless life of flight and wandering? He feared that Mèlu would not stand it much longer.

"I killed one of your men in cold blood, tossed him to his death while he pleaded for his life," the gnoll said somberly, "Even if we accept the rest of the crew will want my head."

Mahresh raised an eyebrow, as if remembering a small but irritating detail. "Ah yes, Kori. Did anyone see you?"

"No, I mean... I don't think so," Garrik replied, somewhat surprised by the query.

"Then leave this with me. Kori had quite a few enemies. No one will ask questions if I say he drank one bottle too many and fell overboard. So, do we have a deal?"

"I'll do it." Mèlu said and pushed past Garrik. He had composed himself but his voice still had a slight quaver to it. He wiped the last remains of tears from his eyes, and when Garrik started to protest he stared at him steeled with determination. "I said that I'll do it. It's a deal."

Garrik's growl quieted into a whimper.

"Good, good," Mahresh mused, "I reckon your friend wouldn't want to spend just one more night below decks?" Garrik and Mèlu swapped an uneasy glance, and he sighed. "Very well, I'll have a spare cot brought for him." His shoulders sagged, his previous objections to raising his crew's suspicions seemingly forgotten, and he started rolling up the map from the desk. "But get him bathed first, he smells foul like a barrel of herring gone green!"

Mèlu nodded and tugged Garrik's hand until the larger man followed with hesitant steps.

Soon they were back on the deck of the ship, cradled by the velvet darkness of the night. The river lapped sluggishly around the boat, its surface keeping silent about any crimes it had witnessed. Fog rose from its banks and meandered between the thickets of reeds, carrying the scent of papyrus-flower with it as it coiled over the water in smoky wisps. Garrik sat cross legged near the railing, hunched over and resting his hands limply on his lap while Mèlu poured a bucket of river water over his head. Neither of them felt like talking.

The water felt nice as it ran along Garrik's back and soaked through his skimpy clothing, but his chest felt heavy with anxiety. He watched in silence as Mèlu hauled up bucket after bucket, and when the fox stopped to catch his breath he spoke up.

"Do you still like me?"

Mèlu rested his hands on his hips and panted for a moment. "Of course I do."

"The captain, he's an intact male." Garrik said glumly.

Mèlu sighed and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm not after his cock if that's what you're worried about."

"I can protect you!" Garrik yelped, then continued with a quiet mumble. "It's all I can give you..."

Mèlu inhaled deeply, then kneeled in front of Garrik. He took his rough, calloused hands in his soft palms. "That's the problem, isn't it? Garrik, all that we do together is fuck." Mèlu gulped, then spoke faster. "Mahresh is experienced, and clever. He's travelled all over the place. He has such stories to tell. He gives me the kind of companionship that I crave." He was squeezing Garrik's hand tighter now, his fingers almost comically small compared to the hyena's. "Garrik, I'm nobleborn. I grew up among people who appreciated wit and clever turns of phrase above all. Mahresh talks to me in a way that makes me feel myself again."

Garrik just stared at him stunned, so Mèlu continued. "You saved my life, and I'm forever in debt to you. You may have my body, in any way you like, and I give it to you willingly. But my mind, it belongs to someone else." He was now calm, collected, and it was impossible to tell whether he sounded sad or happy. Perhaps he didn't know even himself.

The gnoll did not answer, knowing instinctively that his words would make things worse. He turned his head and lowered his gaze to stare mutely at the planks of the deck. Mèlu waited with baited breath for several long seconds and then blinked in confusion when the expected outburst failed to materialize. He craned his neck to try to meet Garrik's eyes and patted his hand to elicit a response.

"I'm really sorry. I know this is not fair. I know how selfish I sound. But I owe you the truth."

Garrik stood up and began to walk back to the aft, his hand slipping from Mèlu's. "Garrik, please..." the fox called as he scrambled to his feet. But the gnoll didn't look back and kept walking, his head down and his shoulders slumped.

Unspoken emotions hung heavy in the hot, dank air of the cabin for the rest of the evening. At Mèlu's insistence, Mahresh had the cook woken up to prepare a decent meal for Garrik, but the gnoll's plate was still half-full when the sailor on night shift came to clear it. It was well past midnight when Mahresh changed into his nightshirt and went to bed with Mèlu, the two men lying awkwardly back to back as far apart on the mattress as they could. For what felt like hours Garrik laid on his cot with his eyes open, feeling a cold hand clench his heart every time one of the canids turned in his sleep or adjusted his pillow. Finally, exhaustion got the better of him and he fell into a dreamless slumber.

The sun was already beating down harshly through the cabin's windows when Garrik was gently shaken awake. "Wake up, sleeping beauty," Mèlu whispered, "We've got a long day ahead of us."

Garrik squinted blearily but Mèlu was already gone. He quickly picked up the smell of the hot bowl of porridge and the thick slice of bacon the fox had left on the table, and not knowing what else to do he got up to eat. He felt dazed and unsure of everything, but at least he would not have to do so on an empty belly. As he wolfed down his breakfast he noticed that a fresh set of clothes had been laid out for him on the desk, a simple but sturdy outfit meant for traveling.

Fed and feeling cleaner than he had in weeks, Garrik stepped on the deck and looked for Mèlu. The young fox was busy serving the sailors their grog ration but he gave his friend a shy nod, although he quickly broke eye contact when the gnoll waved back.

A strong hand clasped Garrik's shoulder. "Ah! You're finally awake. Good, I won't stand for idle hands on my ship."

Garrik spun around. Mahresh was dressed in a white silk shirt and a pair of blue, baggy linen trousers, his rapier hanging by his side. He pointed towards the left bank of the river. "See these mountains on the horizon? The place we seek is over there, hidden among cliffs and canyons."

Garrik shielded his eyes with his hand and looked. The rich agricultural lands of the previous night were gone. A thin screen of stunted palm trees and anemic-looking bushes hugged the river. Beyond them the landscape grew increasingly rocky, with rust-coloured boulders jutting above ground. In the distance stretched a line of low-lying mountains, their forms distorted by the rising heat.

At a sign from the captain two wolves, one young and lean, the other grizzled and barrel-chested, stepped from the crowd of sailors and headed for the cabin. "Get our friend and join me in my quarters. We'll moor the boat in the afternoon. In the meantime we need to talk logistics."

Soon Garrik was back at the captain's office and eyeing his new companions cautiously. The younger wolf had a muscular, toned body and a fur so light gray that it seemed almost blueish. He stood in front of the captain in a cocky stance, brimming with the confidence of youth, smirking a little as if everything that happened around him was a private joke meant just for him. He wore knee high pants and a red sash around his waist, and had a nimble knife hanging by his side, meant for work but useful for self defense too.

He noticed Garrik's gaze. "I'm called Lanu," he said but the way he spoke made it sound like a challenge.

Mèlu cocked his head. "That's a fancy name."

"My mom had high hopes for me." Lanu furrowed his brows and looked aside.

The grizzled wolf snorted and slapped Lanu's shoulder. "I can guarantee that he's no priest! I've seen him fight, drink, and fuck like a man grown!"

"You've not seen me fuck, Kuresh" Lanu said, looking annoyed.

"Ha, you're right!" the grizzled wolf bellowed with laughter. "We'll have to do something about that..." Kuresh scratched his chin as he mused.

The older wolf wore only a red cloth wrapped around his hips and genitals, and his heavyset body was covered in shaggy fur with enough scars to make him look like one of the galley slaves. The amount of golden bangles and earrings he wore, however, let others know that he was wealthy enough to be a free man. He had even pierced his nipples with thick bands, and Garrik thought that he could see a similar shape under the cloth of the considerable bulge of his crotch.

"Enough with the chatter," Mahresh said seated behind his desk. "We're going on a dangerous adventure, but there is more gold to be gained than we can carry. Kuresh, if we succeed then I'm going to retire and I want you to have the ship. Lanu, your skills will be useful in our task. Your share will see that your family is taken care of for life. Are these terms acceptable to you?"

Kuresh was the first one to speak. "We go way back, cap, you know my reply already." His mood had turned more sombre. "I'm going to miss seeing that ugly mug of yours."

"I know." Mahresh took out some papers to sign. "You'll just have to make do with the captain's hat for consolation."

"That old flea bitten cap? You can bet your knuckles that the first thing I'll do is to buy one that makes me look good." Kuresh tried to cheer himself up by grinning.

"I take that as a yes then. What about you, son?"

Lanu stepped up. "I'm in. Just tell me what I need to do, and I'm your man."

"All in good time." Mahresh pointed at Garrik and Lanu. "First go talk to the quartermaster and get yourselves armed."

"What about him?" Mèlu asked and looked at Kuresh, but the old wolf just crossed his arms across his chest.

"I once crushed a man's skull just with my thighs alone. I'm good."

"It's true," Mahresh nodded absentmindedly as he went through his papers, "so don't give him a bad blowjob. Now get moving already!"

Garrik followed Lanu to the ship's armory. The wolf picked up a cutlass and swooshed it theatrically through the air before tucking it into his sash. After some hesitation, the gnoll selected a heavy wooden cudgel from a crate. It was an inelegant weapon compared to the cold steel of Mahresh's rapier, but it felt balanced in his hand, and perfectly able to shatter bones with a good hit. Thus armed, the pair made their way back to the aftcastle, Lanu strutting proudly in front of the other crew members with his hand resting on the cutlass's hilt.

"You both look terrific!" Mahresh commented as they entered the cabin. He rolled his map into a tube and put it in his pocket. "The place we seek is a day and a half's march from the river, so we'll have to camp in the desert. We will get moving as soon as the heat goes off the sand a little."

Later that afternoon, Garrik and Kuresh rowed a boat to the river's edge and the small party began to walk towards the mountains. The ship's crew was used to their captain dropping anchor at remote locations and disappearing to negotiate with smugglers, so no questions were raised regarding the purpose of their trip. Mahresh opened the march with Mèlu walking by his side, the fox's head and neck sheltered from the harsh rays by a large sun hat that flopped over his eyes. Each of the five men carried a goatskin filled with water, but Garrik and the two sailors were burdened with additional bags of food and drink. Kuresh bore his load with ease, and Garrik found that the past few weeks had toughened his body to the point that the march felt almost like a pleasant excursion compared to rowing. After a couple of hours, however, he noticed that Lanu was beginning to breathe heavily from the effort.

"Let me carry your bag for a while, it looks heavy," Garrik asked, reaching out his hand to the panting wolf.

Lanu shook his head, beads of sweat pearling on his brow. "I don't need any help. I'm fine," he grunted. Garrik opened his mouth to respond but Kuresh discreetly hushed him. A few minutes later the big wolf addressed his younger comrade.

"Hey, thieves or wild beasts could be stalking us from behind these boulders. We need someone to watch our flanks and keep an eye out for danger. Can you do that? Me and the hyena will take care of your stuff."

Lanu hesitated for a moment and then dropped the heavy bags on the ground and walked past the two men with a terse "thanks."

"You gotta know how to handle them," Kuresh said with a wink to the puzzled Garrik when the youth was out of earshot.

The group walked until the sun sank low on the horizon and the darkness made further travel impossible. They set up camp behind a large rock, made a fire out of brushwood and ate a simple meal of dried meat and fruit in silence.

Mahresh took a long swig from a goatskin and passed it on. "We will start early tomorrow, before the sun gets too hot. We should reach the hills before noon, and from there on it will be a short march to the temple."

Mèlu drank a small sip and immediately made a sour face. Garrik understood why when he sniffed the contents of the leather bottle. It was date wine, the strong kind that put fire in your belly. He swallowed a mouthful and felt the liquid burn deliciously down his throat. Lanu also took a swig, and his shoulders and chest heaved as he repressed a cough. The wolf wiped his eyes and cast a defiant look around, as if daring anyone to make a comment. Kuresh grinned behind his back and drained the goatskin in one gulp.

"Lanu, you take the first watch, wake me up in two hours," the captain commanded. He spread his coat on the ground for Mèlu and laid to sleep next to the fox. Kuresh threw his huge frame on the sand, folded his hands behind his neck and soon began to snore.

Garrik curled down on the sand and closed his eyes. The desert was eerily silent, except for the breathing sounds of his comrades. Mèlu's soft, regular respiration reminded him of the times when the two of them shared the same bedding, back in the brothel. He began to regret that he had not taken him on his offer to enjoy his body the night before. Who knew when the next opportunity might come, if ever? His mind wandered towards the wolf who slept next to the fox. Things had gone wrong because of Mahresh. The captain had left him to rot among the slaves, had taken him for a fool, and worst of all he had wedged himself between him and his friend. His hand instinctively clutched the hilt of his weapon. It would be child's play to sneak up to the sleeping man and smash his smug face into a bloody mess. The mental picture made him grin but another thought deflated his excitement like a balloon. Then what? Assuming he could get away with the killing, would removing Mahresh make things go back to the way they were before? Suddenly he was no longer so sure.

He was dragged from his thoughts by the faint sound of fabric being rustled. Turning his head, he saw Lanu sitting on a rock a few yards away, his frame silhouetted against the night sky. Garrik could not tell for certain, but it looked like his hand was rubbing something inside his pants. The young wolf hastily withdrew his hand when he heard Garrik get up and sit.

"You're not sleeping?" Lanu whispered in a tone that tried to sound nonchalant, but he was clearly flustered.

Garrik rose to a sitting position. He felt that he needed a distraction from his murky thoughts.

"Why didn't you let me help you?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Lanu scoffed.

"Not to me."

For a while Lanu searched signs of mockery on Garrik's face, but finding none he shook his head in disbelief. "You have to be tough out there, or others will take advantage of you. On a ship there's too many guys and not many women to go around."

"I saw you with the taskmaster."

"Good riddance." Lanu spat. "You're a savage, you should be familiar with this."

"That's not how we did ithings in my tribe."

Lanu did not reply, and just prodded their campfire with a stick. Flames leaped and danced their red glow on the young wolf's features. He was handsome, if a little soft around the edges, Garrik thought.

The chill of desert drove Garrik to rise up and plop down next to Lanu. The wolf looked at him sideways before speaking up again. "So... how does your tribe handle it then?"

Garrik shrugged. "Females and males live separated. When a female becomes receptive, the matriarchs choose which male gets to mate with her. If she doesn't want pups that time then she takes care of the business with a pet hyena instead. Young gnolls like me, with no big deeds to their name, make do with their pack mates. It's a bond of trust."

"So you don't use force, even when it's between two males?"

Garrik sighed and scrawled with his claw into the powdery dust as he spoke. "Most don't. I did. That's why I was sold away." His gaze turned inwards to his memories. "I was too eager, I behaved like my balls were full of seed all the time. It was disruptive to the tribe."

"You don't seem like a bad guy to me," Lanu said. He looked flustered for some reason, and shifted his legs to shield his crotch. Garrik just shrugged again.

Lanu cleared his throat. "Before coming on board of the ship you were a whore, right?" Garrik nodded, and Lanu continued cautiously. "Did you enjoy it at all?"

"Sometimes. I was fed." Garrik sighed.

"So you're really experienced then, with all kinds of sex?"

"Most customers wanted to mount me. Some wanted to suck on my useless cock, or had me watching while they had sex. A few wanted just to cuddle." He grimaced. "Others wanted to see me in pain."

"That's terrible!"

Garrik scratched his nose. "It's okay. I'm tough." It felt nice to have someone listen to him. Even with Mèlu, the fox had done all the talking.

"I've... I've never been with anyone." Lanu looked embarrassed to the core. "The others think it's very funny."

"Aren't you afraid of me laughing at you?"

Lanu's gaze wandered over Garrik's crotch and he shook his head. "...Nah. You're different."

"I guess that's true, I'm not a wolf," Garrik said matter-of-factly. An idle thought crossed his mind. "Who you were thinking of when you touched yourself just now?"

"W-what does it matter!?" Lanu said louder than one would expect, then waved around with his hands looking chastised. "No one! Just, you know, cocks, and warm holes. Usual stuff!"

"Want to see me touch myself?" Garrik cocked his head a little in question. "Some people like that."

"No... I mean..." the wolf stammered and turned his head away. "Sure, you can do it if you want to. I don't mind."

Garrik flashed a little smile upon hearing the response. Without hesitation he laid down on his back and slid his pants down to his ankles. The fire illuminated his thick length and neutered crotch. Lanu gave it a glance that barely concealed his curiosity. "Did it hurt when they...?"

"Yes, but I didn't feel much pain because of the panic," he replied as he gripped his meat and began to fondle it. "I passed out, and when I woke up the wound had been cleaned and bandaged."

Lanu winced at the thought and squirmed in sympathy, his hand instinctively reaching for his privates to protect them. "I'm sorry," he said. "I remember we had a few geldings at my parents' estate when I was a boy, but at the time I never gave it a thought." He traced a line in the sand with his toe and whispered. "Do you miss them?"

"My balls? Yes, sometimes, but I've made my peace with what I am now." Garrik squeezed his meat harder. "I still have desires you know? It just takes longer to get aroused." His eyes met with Lanu's. The youth was no longer faking a lack of interest. "Do you want to touch it?" Garrik said as he let go of his cock.

Lanu bit his lips in hesitation. His eyes were fixated on that plump sausage that rested limply on the gnoll's belly. "You swear you're not going to tell anyone?" he whispered, looking deadly serious.

"You can trust me," Garrik replied solemnly.

Lanu cast a worried glance towards the humped forms of his sleeping comrades, and then turned his head again towards the eunuch's nether regions. He leaned and carefully extended his hand until it hovered over the semi-flaccid penis.

A glimmer of worry crossed Garrik's face, as if he was suddenly afraid he had gone too far. "I didn't mean to pressure you. I can take you in my mouth if you'd rather..."

Lanu grabbed Garrik's dick and stroked it up and down, slowly at first but then picked up pace. The gnoll raised himself on his elbows, his eyes open in mild surprise, for he had not expected the wolf to be so forward with his suggestion. Soon he tilted his head backwards and began to breathe more loudly as his manhood twitched to life and began to stiffen.

A raspy sigh escaped his throat. "You're good at this. I can't believe you've never been with anyone before."

"Kori made me do things for him," Lanu replied without raising his eyes from the shaft that throbbed between his fingers, "but that doesn't count," he added. His pants were open at the front, and while he talked the pink tip of his canine length emerged from his sheath.

Garrik's short tail wagged left and right, brushing the loose sand between his spread-out legs. He closed his eyes, licked his lips and savoured the rare sensation that radiated from his erect cock. It was unusual to have a stranger take care of his sexual needs. Normally, he was the one doing the servicing.

Lanu stroked faster and rubbed the gnoll's bulbous cockhead with his free hand. "Oooh fuck... I think I'm going to..." Garrik gasped out. Before he could finish, his back arched and a thin rope of clear seminal fluid shot from his tip. He curled his toes and bit his fist to muffle an orgasmic moan as he squirted a second and a third cumshots on Lanu's hand and forearm. As soon as Garrik was done the wolf grasped his own erection below the knot and pumped it hard. He came fast and let out a small yelp as he ejaculated all over the hyena's cock and thighs, his cum thick and greyish compared to Garrik's watery issue.

"Sorry, I should have warned you before I..." Garrik said sheepishly as he grabbed his pants and began to wipe the seed off Lanu's forearm.

"Lanu! Is that how you keep watch?" a voice called from behind them.

Garrik saw that their moans had woken up the others, who were now sitting and watching them. Kuresh seemed amused, but Mahresh was angry.

"We could have been ambushed, you fool..." he started growling at Lanu, but was stopped short when Mèlu leaned against him and slipped his hand down the wolf's trousers.

"Don't be so harsh on him," Mèlu cooed in his ear as he explored his crotch, making stroking motions in his pants. "Who knows, we might all be dead tomorrow so let him have his fun."

Garrik could imagine his slender fingers curling around the captain's sweaty wolf cock and coaxing it out of its sheath, and he could see Mahresh gasp as Mèlu shifted his attention to his balls. "In fact, we should all have our fun while we still can," Mèlu said coyly and reached to give Mahresh a little kiss on his cheek.

Kuresh barked in laughter and slapped his palms together. "Well said! You can handle the others captain, and I'll show the pup how real men fuck." He rose up and walked across the campsite grinning to where Lanu and Garrik sat, the impressive musculature of his stocky body flexing with every step. His arms were as thick as Garrik's thigh, and his pecs bulged like ripe peaches under his shaggy fur, plate sized and adorned with stiff, pierced nipples. The firelight played on the curvature of his gut and stout ass, and when he settled down resting on his knees his hips seemed firm enough to wrestle an elephant.

Lanu looked alarmed but he did not reach for his knife. Instead chose to stay sitting in a tense position, breathing quicker and gulped as he looked the massive wolf up and down.

However, Kuresh spoke to him softly. "Hey, don't be afraid. I've let dozens of new guys have their first time with me. It's gonna be alright."

"W-what do you mean?" Lanu asked him nervously.

"Crew members find lovers among themselves, and it's better if it's by mutual agreement. If you're good at it then you have no trouble making friends!" Kuresh patted Lanu's shoulder, but even the friendly touch made him flinch. "Me, I take pride in that once you young guys have gotten a taste of my ass you rarely want to go back to pussy again!"

Lanu looked still uncertain, but Garrik saw how his cock twitched and started to harden despite having climaxed mere moments ago. He licked his lips and rose up to his knees, wiping the sand off his pants as if he was making himself presentable for church. "I've... I've never mounted a guy before."

"It's okay, I'll guide you through it." Kuresh chuckled and tugged at his loincloth to unravel it. His meaty cock flopped out in full sight, the weight of a thick silver ring piercing its tip dragging it downwards, and below it hung the biggest pair of wolf balls Garrik had ever seen.

Kuresh grunted and laid on his back, grasping his legs under the knee to hold them up. His backside was completely exposed to Lanu and Garrik, and they could see his bright pink pucker peeking out in the thicket of fur between his plump, muscular buttocks. "I've wanted to feel your hot young stud cock deep in my bowels for quite a while, Lanu." Kuresh encouraged him, growing hornier even as he spoke. "Don't worry about lube, I like it with a bit of a grip."

Lanu wiggled out of his pants, kicked them aside and moved carefully on his knees until he was barely a hand's length away from Kuresh. The dim light from the slowly dying fire illuminated his bright pink-red manhood. Like Lanu himself it was graceful and well-proportioned, thicker in the middle and curving slightly upward to end in a pointed canine tip. His knot was deflated at the base but still noticeable, and the shaft twitched with youthful energy.

"How do I...?" Lanu mumbled, his voice unsteady from confusion and embarrassment.

"Come on! Do I need to draw you a picture?" Kuresh laughed. "I heard you hump-fuck your mattress at night when you thought everyone was sleeping. Just imagine I'm a big, warm pillow," he added, loudly enough for the rest of the men to hear him.

Lanu blushed so hard that his eartips went red under his fur. Without further comment he lowered himself over the big wolf, lined up his cock with the awaiting pucker and pushed himself in. He let out a small moan as his rock-hard prick was swallowed whole by the warm, velvet-soft hole.

"You're... you're so loose..." he gasped as he began to slowly thrust his hips back and forth.

"That's because I play with the big boys! Did I tell you I fucked a horse, once?" Kuresh chuckled. The wolf wrapped his legs tightly around his lover's back and clenched his asshole, drawing a yelp of surprise from Lanu. "You're not getting away until you've creamed in my ass and made me cum as well," he added, his grin as wide and toothy as an ogre's.

The muscular legs squeezed Lanu tighter, pressing the young wolf against his companion's big belly. Lanu huffed and started to thrust faster, gaining speed and momentum each time his dick slid in and out of the moist, warm asshole.

Garrik watched silently at the two wolves making love, his own manhood dangling between his thighs. He felt a hand on his shoulder and heard Mèlu's voice whisper in his ear. "You can leave the boy, he's in good hands now."

Before he could respond the fox took his wrist and gently led him to where Mahresh was sitting. The captain had discarded his clothes and was lying on his side, leaning on his elbow. His nakedness revealed a supple, well-maintained body of lean muscles and manly battle scars. Only a few streaks of white hair in his silver-gray fur hinted at his advancing age.

The wolf fondled his plump sheath lazily, the pink tip of his shaft popping out of his foreskin as his erection grew. "Your friend can watch us and clean me up after we're done," he said with the tone of someone granting a great privilege.

"Oh, come on darling," Mèlu purred as he sat and snuggled against his lover. "You wouldn't happen to be jealous of him, would you?" he said and batted his eyes.

"Me, jealous of him?" Mahresh replied laughing, as if the idea was utterly preposterous. The mocking words revived the anger in Garrik's heart, and he swallowed a growl as the wolf planted a deep kiss on Mèlu's lips.

"He is a great warrior. And he is still more than capable of loving, despite his condition," the desert fox replied after their tongues separated. "Had he not been unjustly mutilated he would have been without equal."

"We'll see about that," Mahresh grunted. "Come here!" he barked, demonstrating with his index finger, "I haven't been with a slave-eunuch in a long time." Garrik nodded and removed his shirt, providing the wolf with a perfect view of his hairy chest and firm pectorals.

The two males stood on either side of Mèlu. The captain rested his hands firmly on his hips, flaunting his erection in front of the half-limp gnoll. The fox went down on his knees and gently took the two cocks in his hands.

"I wish you two would be nicer to each other," he whispered softly as his tongue caressed each shaft in turn, "I love you both. I do not want to have to choose."

Mahresh was about to say something, but his reply melted into a sharp gasp when Mèlu slid his cock in his mouth, pushing back the furry sheath with his nose until he had rolled it down all the way to the hilt. The small fox deepthroated the entire member without flinching, without gagging even when its tip sunk down to the level of his sternum.

He breathed in the musky scent of Mahresh's crotch, the ample bush of coarse pubic hair tickling his nose, and caressed his heavy orbs with his delicate hand. Mèlu made sucking motions with his lips and the wolf sighed deeply, his eyes half shut and head craned back, and melted in the hands of that little guy.

Mèlu pulled his head back and released Mahresh from his grip. "Puah!" he drew in breath, spraying a long strand of spit and precum as he opened his mouth. "Now it's your turn," he smiled coyly at Garrik and took his half flaccid cock in his hand.

Garrik still felt angry, but he could not deny the raw eroticism of Mèlu swallowing that large wolf cock with ease, and when he felt the familiar touch on his cock a little whimper escaped his lips.

"Needs a little bit more coaxing..." Mèlu hummed as he stroked Garrik's semi hard erection, and he leaned to grasp Mahresh's cock in his free hand. The wolf was now in full bloom, his bright red cock longer than Garrik's entire hand and ending in a bulge bigger than his fist at its base. Mèlu took a firm grip behind Mahresh's knot and closed his lips around his pointy tip, sucking at it eagerly like it was candy, and with his mouth full he leaned over Garrik's cock and spat out on it.

The glob of glistening wolf precum made squelching noises as Mèlu kept stroking Garrik's cock, leaving frothy strands on its surface and making Garrik growl from his growing arousal. He hated the captain, and now his scent was rubbed on him! However, the slimy caress felt quite nice, and as the three watched the eunuch's member slowly hardened to its full glory.

"Now make up and kiss," Mèlu chuckled and brought the cocks of the two men in his grasp closer to each other, until their wet, dripping tips touched each other. A shiver went through Garrik's spine, and his eyes flicked to Mahresh. The wolf, too, seemed spellbound and the two of them stared at each other tensed up, their muscular chests raising and lowering along the pace of their quickened breathing. Mèlu smooshed the hard cocks against each other, their hot, slippery lengths sliding and grinding along teasing the two mercilessly. Garrik's cock twitched and a pulse of warm precum flowed on Mahresh's shaft: the wolf's followed suit involuntarily and glazed Garrik with his strong musk.

Mahresh's lips flickered between a snarl and a neutral expression, but his mouth dropped ajar and he started panting. Garrik's heart thundered faster in his chest and he could feel a warm arousal build up at the base of his cock even as he was being masturbated with his enemy's scent.

"Good boys," Mèlu grinned, and took both of their cocks in his mouth. They made his cheeks bulge as he swallowed them greedily, toying with their underside with his tongue and inhaling their warm glow with deep breaths. His eyes closed as he sucked on the two sizable members at the same time, squeezing them together even tighter in the small space of his maw, and his nostrils twitched along his ragged, flustered breath.

Without thinking about it Garrik moaned, and leaned his hand on Mahresh's shoulder, steadying himself on his hated rival as the pleasure he felt between his legs made him want to buckle. Mahresh put his hand over Garrik's, grasping it tightly like a brother, and slung his free hand around the gnoll's neck for support.

Garrik closed his eyes and exhaled as he slowly rolled his head from one shoulder to another and bathed in the sensations that flooded his entire being. Mahresh's fur was rough under his palm, but the limb beneath was pleasantly firm and muscular, and the arm around his neck felt strong and good. The passage of time had not softened the wolf's body one bit.

Garrik bowed his head slightly to better inhale the musky smell that wafted from their erect, drool-soaked cocks. Their faces were now so close that the gnoll could feel the other man's warm, panting breath. It was impossible to say if the first touch was an accident, but the second wasn't as their lips sought out each other hungrily and their tongues caressed as they tasted one another. Mahresh was the more assertive of the two, his powerful tongue exploring every inch of the gnoll's maw and his teeth nibbling at his lips.

Their lips parted after a long moment. Both were panting deeply now, their mouths linked by a long string of glistening drool. Garrik gave his rival a shy smile and flicked his tongue playfully at his black nose, but the glint in his eyes died out when he saw the wolf's expression. Mahresh growled and bared his teeth before snapping his jaws a few inches from Garrik's muzzle. The gnoll jerked his head back in surprise but the wolf gripped the scruff of his neck, pulled him closer and plunged his stare in his eyes until the eunuch lowered his gaze and flattened his ears.

With a grin of triumph, Mahresh kissed him ravenously, forcing himself inside his mouth again and nipping his tongue until the gnoll let out a small yelp. The sweet, coppery taste of blood excited Mahresh's taste buds, and his claws dug deeper into the gnoll's skin, keeping him firmly in place.

"Mahresh, no!" Mèlu cried shrilly. He had stopped fellating the wolf, and his angry scowl revealed a row of small, yet sharp teeth. "Stop it now!" he repeated, emphasizing his command by tugging at the wolf's tail. Mahresh let go of the gnoll who coughed and inhaled rapidly to catch his breath. Saliva mixed with a bit of blood dribbled from Garrik's chin and fell on his shaft.

"Poor thing," Mèlu cooed, and he began to lick his friend's cock. Anger and jealousy gleamed in Mahresh's eyes as they darted from the small fox to the gnoll. A low rumble rose deep in his throat.

"I said stop it. Bad boy!" the fox shouted. His hand rose and slapped the wolf's erect dick, sending the sensitive truncheon of flesh swinging wildly. Mahresh yelped in surprise and reached out to grip his manhood but with surprising speed Mèlu grasped his wrist and stopped him mid-gesture. "See how it feels to get hurt? How do you like it now, huh?" the fox scolded as if addressing a nasty child.

Mahresh bit his lips and turned his eyes away. After an awkward silence he shook his head left and right, very deliberately avoiding the smaller man's gaze.

"Will you do it again?" Mèlu asked with a frown. The wolf emphatically shook his head a second time. "Good!," the fox concluded. He gripped the swollen member and planted a small, soothing kiss on its tip.

Mèlu pulled on the wolf's hand to make him sit on the sand. "Be nice, and I'll be very nice to you," the little canine smiled. He giggled softly as he playfully pushed his companion on his back and straddled him so that Mahresh's huge cock rubbed against his own fox-sized manhood. "I want you all inside of me, and I mean all of you," he said, and he licked his lips hungrily.

Mahresh looked wary after just being chastised by the diminutive fox, but Mèlu took the wolf's hands in his and guided them on his hips, murmuring softly what a big, handsome man he was. Encouraged, the wolf made tentative thrusts with his cock, grinding it between Mèlu's thighs much to the fox's delight. Mèlu's whispers tightened into a hiss of arousal between his teeth, and he inched upwards on the wolf's belly to offer his pucker to the rock hard member's attentions. He gasped when the cock's tip kissed his tight, pink hole, and yowled with pleasure as it entered his body.

Garrik watched silently as the red pole slowly impaled Mèlu, stretching his entrance wider as it sunk deeper into his guts. The captain's aggressiveness when he had tried to offer friendship burned fresh in his mind, and he licked his lips to taste the blood seeping from the nick on his tongue. When he had seen Mahresh as his rival he had felt jealousy, and anger, over Mèlu's attention, but the captain putting him in his place was an eye opening moment for him. The two of them were not on the same level: the sight of that dominant male entering his friend and once, a lover, made a whine escape his throat, but his body stayed obedient and did not dare to budge.

Mèlu gasped and grunted as he forced the thick wolf cock in his ass inch by inch, his entire body trembling from the large insertion making its way into his body cavity. About halfway in Mahresh stopped, giving the fox a questioning, worried look, but Mèlu gritted his teeth and pushed his ass down on the shiny meat pole until he could see its tip making a bump against his lower abdomen. He was sweating and panting from the exertion of having his pucker stretched to its limits, but he gave Mahresh a coy smile as he petted the bump. All that remained outside was the fist-sized knot at the cock's base, a veiny and rock solid lump of flesh that he could not manage to slide in. He lacked the leverage and simply bounced back despite pushing his ass against Mahresh's crotch as hard as he could.

"Ahh...I'm going to need a little help here..." he said looking over his shoulder at Garrik.

"Are you...are you sure about this?" Mahresh asked, but Mèlu shushed him.

"I said I wanted to feel all of you in me...even if it hurts a little." He scratched Mahresh's tuft of coarse hair and petted his own belly lovingly. "Not serving you fully would hurt me even more..."

Garrik nodded nervously and kneeled behind Mèlu, planting his unsteady hands over the captain's on the fox's hips. He inhaled deeply and put the weight of his upper body behind his push, eliciting a yelp from Mèlu as the huge knot started squeezing its way in his tender rear end.

"Do you want me to stop?" Garrik leaned over to whisper in Mèlu's ear, but he shook his head.

"No, no, keep going...give it to me harder!" he said between clenched teeth, hyperventilating as he put his body to a test. His small canine cock was almost purple from arousal, bobbing along his rapid breathing and dripping precum on Mahresh's pubic mound.

Little by little the hard knot was forced into Mèlu's ass, making him yip and pant as his anus was stretched wider than ever before. Halfway through he came moaning, emptying his cute little fox balls on Mahresh, his cock twitching and throbbing as it kept shooting blanks in the wild throes of his orgasm. Mahresh huffed as he saw his belly being coated with thin strands of glistening spunk, and climaxed soon after as the writhing fox's innards massaged his swollen member ever so sweetly. The additional lubrication gushing and squirting into Mèlu's rectum made the knot slip past his sphincter, and he gasped loudly as he felt it lodging comfortably in place. Both of them breathed heavily as they basked in the afterglow, and Mèlu reached upwards to wrap his arms around Garrik's neck, clinging from him as he rocked his hips lazily against Mahresh's lap.

"Mmmh, I can feel his seed sloshing inside me," he cooed into Garrik's ear. "Ohh he produces so much cum that he'll make my belly swell, you must try riding his wonderful cock too..."

Mahresh chuckled. "He'll have to wait for his turn for a good 20 minutes, we'll be stuck fast until then." He shook his hands free from Garrik's and caressed Mèlu, stroking his entire body from legs to shoulders lovingly. Having satiated his lusts left a sign of triumph in his eyes, and he did not seem to mind the fox's slowly drying semen glueing his fur into matted clumps.

Garrik swallowed hard but his mouth felt dry, and he glanced over his shoulder at his other companions. Lanu had already blown his load in Kuresh's loose asshole, and now the more experienced man was sitting spreadeagled and holding the youth's head firmly in his crotch. He was guiding Lanu how to deepthroat his cock without gagging, and based on his expression Lanu was eager to learn. Garrik looked down on his own cock, unattended and throbbing with need, and made a whiny growl.

"Use your words, cur!" Mahresh snapped at him with a cocky tone. "I don't speak the yips and yaps of savages."

"Mahresh..." Mèlu frowned at him, but Garrik interrupted him.

"It's okay. I...I would like it a lot. Please?"

The captain laughed, and his voice echoed in the desert night, the wind carrying it over the desolate terrain until it dissipated into nothingness. Their campfire was the only sign of life within leagues, a tiny speck of light against the vast darkness that was their future, but for that night it was all they needed.

TO BE CONTINUED...