Strangers in the Sands
So... this was a story I've written at a request from a good friend of mine. I have so much fun writing it and luckily for me, they liked it as well.
So, I got permission from them to post it, so here it his. Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as we did~
Jahan @ Me
Mahotis @ FA: Bristol
Shurima.
Once a bustling land of magic and culture, known for its vastness that spanned over an entire continent, made by the god-warriors of ages past. The land has known great peace, very few dared to rebel or cause trouble as they were met with the harshest of judgments.
One day, however, this all changed when a certain event occurred that all but decimated, now, once the greatest empire in all of the south lay in ruins and most of it buried under the sands, the luster and shine from ages ago was now nothing but a glimmer of the past.
Most of those that frequent these harsh environments are merchants, bandits, and various creatures of the sands. The last two making traversal through these lands more trouble than it's worth.
However, relics and mementos of the past can be found all over the place, giving a glimpse to the greatness that was once Shurima. All you need to do is know where to look and, sometimes, who to ask.
The heat of the vast desert was relentless and brutal, anyone not used to this kind of heat would be in lots of trouble.
One of the ruins of old Shurima stood crumbled and buried in the sands, like all of the remnants of the former empire. A lone figure making its way to the ruins wearing nothing but a hooded robe that covered most of his upper body and a short skirt around his waist and legs.
A sudden gust of wind blew past, sending sand blowing along with it, and lifted the figure's hood off of his face, revealing a yordle. His fur was purple all over with splotches of yellow over his snout and cheeks a darker colored mane flowing from the top of his head and reaching all the way to his lower back, his hands and feet had a pattern over them that could only be described as fingerless and toeless, golden 'gloves' and 'socks', respectively.
Mahotis, the yordle, managed to hide in the ruins before the weather got any worse. In these lands, what is hidden below the sands tends to be the most dangerous.
He looked around, searching for something as he wracked his head trying to remember where he was supposed to go. "It should be around here..." He muttered to himself as he reached a chamber that was mostly buried in the sand. He let out a gasp of worry as he began digging with his black claws through the sand. "Come on, come on, come on... it should be here...!" He spoke through a growl of frustration as he kept on digging and digging.
Luckily for him, something beyond the room caved and swallowed most of the sand, revealing the secret entrance to a room behind this chamber, a treasury of sorts. He quickly walked in and looked around... until his eyes fell on a certain box that was sitting neatly under a pedestal. He opened the box... and let out an emotional gasp as the jewels inside were intact, unharmed, and still had their shine from long ago. "Oh... thank the gods..." He wiped a single tear from his eye before taking out the jewels, piercings really, and began putting them on. A few earrings, one under his lower lip, and finally a few that were lined across his snout bridge on both sides.
Mahotis left the room and managed to reach the entrance of the ruins... only for his ear to twitch in alert, stopping him in his tracks. Just at the door, multiple figures stepped out of hiding, their bodies and faces covered as they wielded multiple types of weapons.
Bandits.
He took a stance as the palms of his hands glowed with growing magical power. "What are you doing here? This place is not for your ilk. Leave at once!"
Seems like his words fell on deaf ears, as a few seconds later, *BOOM*, a loud explosion erupted from inside the ruins, sending a large smokescreen of dust and debris. Mahotis jumped out of the smoke first, sending bolts of magic flying back into it, but seems he missed all of them as the bandits jumped out soon after and surrounded him easily.
The fight continued as the bandits swung their weapons at him, which he dodged and countered with his own fists and magic, but that doesn't mean he was unscathed, there were too many of them, so he did receive a few cuts here and there, his clothes were spared either.
A few minutes of constant fighting and lots of magic flinging later, he stood in the middle of this circle of predators, tired and panting for breath, but sturdy and defiant despite the odds.
Suddenly... *THUD* an arrow pierced into his shoulder, rendering that arm limp and useless, electing a loud cry of pain from the yordle.
A distance away, another hooded figure was in the middle of carving a large insectoid beast, stopping mid carve as their ears picked up the cry from far away and turning their head in that direction. Around them and the carcass they were carving... were the bodies of other beasts of various species and lots of stone pillars and boulders scattered about.
Back with Mahotis, he turned around and looked in every direction until his eyes fell on the archer that was standing on top of a large stone, already nocking back another arrow, ready to let it fly at any moment.
He didn't have to, as one of the bandits took advantage of the yordle's distraction, charging at him, and delivering quite the powerful kick right into his abdomen, sending him flying and skidding a short distance away. The man wasn't finished though, with the yordle now down, the bandits became more relaxed and sure of their inevitable victory over the shorter creature.
The bandit grabbed a handful ofMahotis' mane and lifted his head up, his voice muffled behind the face cloth. "Alright, you little shit, enough games! We are going back in there..." He pointed with his sword back at the ruins. "And you're going to be a good mutt and show us where you found all this." He meant the piercings adorning the yordle's face.
"What... *cough cough*... What makes you think I got them from the ruins..."
"We've been following you ever since you talked to that merchant in the village. So it's no use trying to deceive us." As if to make a point, he gently pressed the blade of his sword at the yordle's neck, the sharp edge barely cutting past the skin and letting out tiny trickles of blood.
Just as the yordle was trying to come up with a plan of escape... the earth below them began rumbling ominously, the bandit letting go of their captive as he tried to steady himself... then the shaking suddenly stopped...
The bandits looked back and forth between each other, hoping that one of them had an answer as to what just happened. Just as the leader turned his head, he was met face first with a small piece of rock, smacking him right in the forehead. "AH! Sonova-" He was about to call out the bastard who threw it... *THWOMP* only to be body-slammed by a huge boulder that sent him flying into a wall nearby, instantly crushing him to death.
The others turned to the direction the boulder came from... and found a short figure standing in the distance, wearing clothes similar to the yordle, albeit a bit shorter, which revealed a very powerful looking body underneath. The person removed their hood, revealing yet another yordle, a few scars covering his face and body, his fur is a pretty dark brown for the most part, with his snout, chest, and abdomen being a lighter hue of brown. His calm, green eyes piercing through the bandits one by one as he addressed them. "Leave the young man be... and no one else will have to die."
Just as he finished saying that, the archer let their arrow loose, aiming right for his head... only for a wall of stone to erupt from the ground and block it. "So... death it is..." He merely gave the wall a firm push, sending it sliding across the sands towards the archer, who dodged it easily, but just as they were preparing another arrow, a sharp pillar of stone erupted from the ground, impaling them right in belly and killing them in seconds.
The yordle turned his attention back to the remaining bandits, cracking his neck on both sides. "Let's get this over with." He then stomped the ground, hard, multiple pieces of stone and rock in various sizes jumped out from under the sands, floating in the air around him and slowly changing shape until they turned into sharp arrows of rock and stone.
And the battle resumed after that.
Nighttime has finally fallen over the harsh Shuriman desert, the air turning cold and biting, Mahotis woke up with a start and a gasp, looking around himself and noticing that he was laying on some cloth and covered in a blanket. His wounds already dressed and bandaged, that didn't stop them from stinging, though.
When his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, he noticed what seemed to be a campfire nearby, his savior tending to the flames with his upper body completely exposed, a small pot sitting on top of the flame, the smell of stew soon filled his nose, as well as the smell of whatever little critters that were skewered in small branches and grilled over the exposed flames.
He moved slowly as to not agitate his wounds, but noticed the other yordle's ear twitched. "You should come and eat. You'll heal faster." His voice was deep but somewhat flat and almost emotionless.
The smaller yordle silently did as he was told, making his way to the campfire and sitting beside the clearly bigger yordle, making sure not to sit too close. Soon the stew was poured, utensils handed out and both sat there eating in silence, his eyes, however, kept glancing over to his savior, slowly roaming over that muscular and scarred body, a faint blush came over his face as his eyes trailed down, noticing the hefty bulge that was pushing against the loincloth, leaving little to the imagination. Seeing this, his own member was getting excited as it bulged and throbbed under his own skirt.
What truly interested him, however, were two things. First were the two small horns of stone jutting from the bigger yordle's head, just above his eyebrows and those piercing, green eyes. Mahotis could just get lost in them...
"Staring is impolite, you know." Mahotis almost chocked on his stew, seems like he wasn't as subtle as he thought.
"Sorry. Didn't mean any disrespect."
They quickly finished their meals and sat in front of the rock instead of on it this time, letting all that food settle in. "I didn't thank you yet." Mahotis suddenly started, "For saving me, that is... and for the meal."
"None required. I didn't really do it to save you. I just despise bandits, no more, no less."
Mahotis remained silent for a little while after that... then spoke up again. "My name is Mahotis, by the way. Is it okay if I ask for yours?"
The yordle let out a deep breath through his nose. "Jahan." Was the simple and straightforward answer.
Another few moments of silence, then Mahotis' eyes drifted down... noticing the other yordle's hand, which was missing the pinkie finger. "How did that happen?" At this point, he was just picking out the first thing that came to his mind to talk about, the silence was killing him.
Jahan looked at his hand. "I was careless during a hunt. But I was the victor, nonetheless." He then raised his other arm and gave it a flex, making his bicep bulge out and harden, the veins popping out as they were pressed hard against the skin. "Never again though."
"You must be really powerful... for a yordle." Mahotis said as his eyes drifted towards the carcass of a large beast, which was missing some chunks of meat and bones.
"Look who's talking." Jahan allowed himself the tiniest of smiles to crack on his lips. "You're a yordle too, yet you held your ground against all of those bandits."
Mahotis let out a small chuckle. "All while trying to think of the quickest way of getting out of there." He then turned his head to face Jahan, looking at the bigger yordle almost dreamily. "But you came along and saved my life."
The gaze alone took Jahan off guard, he turned his face away to prevent the smaller yordle from seeing his blush. Mahotis wasn't having any of it, though, he scooted closer, still face Jahan, holding his face gently with one hand and turning it back to face him. "If there's any way I can repay you..." He began inching their faces closer together...
Jahan knew where this was going to lead, he didn't want to take advantage of this yordle he just save... but by the gods it was so long... With that thought in mind, he allowed Mahotis to press their lips together in a small, gentle kiss.
Which slowly evolved into a deeper and harder lip lock, Jahan found himself pulling the smaller yordle onto his lap, their excited members pressing and frotting against each other, still covered by their respective cloths. Jahan couldn't take it anymore, lifting himself up to sit on the rock with Mahotis on his knees between his legs, who didn't waste anytime and began peppering the bigger yordle's bulge with kisses, nuzzles, and licks, exciting Jahan even further.
Soon enough, the bigger yordle pushed his loincloth aside, freeing his member which sprung out, gently smacking Mahotis right on the snout, smearing some pre over his nose. Mahotis just chuckled and began licking the tip, electing a lustful growl from Jahan, who rested his hand on the smaller yordle's head, pushing him into his crotch and egging him on.
Mahotis took the hint and took Jahan's member into his mouth, nursing on the head for a little while before taking the rest of it into his mouth, slowly and eventually pushing himself down further on it, taking it with some difficulty but eventually reaching the base. He stayed still for a few seconds until he needed some air and began moving back... only for Jahan's hand to stop him in his tracks, which kind of worried Mahotis a bit as he tried to push himself off, but the other yordle was stronger than he looks.
"Come on... just a little... longer..." Jahan growled as he held Mahotis in place, tightly, who was really needing some air now, evident from the coughing and retching, all attempts of his body to expel the invader from his throat. Jahan eventually released Mahotis, who instantly pulled off, coughing up a storm as he tried to regain his breath. He soon composed himself and looked up at Jahan, but instead of being upset, a smile laced with lust was spread on his face, Jahan was feeling the same as he leaned down and pressed their lips together once again in a hard kiss... then suddenly pulled the smaller yordle up until he was straddling his lap once again, kissing him harder and ravishing the insides of his mouth more viciously as the heat of both the moment and their arousal was getting to them.
Despite the coolness of the desert night, their bodies were exuding plenty of heat, which was faintly and briefly visible as the cool air blew over them. Jahan was letting himself be lost in the moment after a long time of loneliness, his hand lifting the back of Mahotis' skirt out of the way, his girthy and lengthy shaft now resting against the smaller yordle's perked up rear, right in his crack. "May I?" He suddenly asked the smaller yordle, both of them panting hotly as their combined arousal was all over the place and their bodies moving to its whims.
Mahotis merely nodded quickly, wanting it as much as his savior, if not even more so. He lifted himself up, pushing his rear out further and using one hand to steady himself on Jahan's shoulder, while the other pulled one cheek aside to expose his entrance, then once Jahan's tip was knocking at his rear door, he began lowering himself down. The head eventually popping in, electing a loud and drawn out moan from both yordles, Mahotis stood still for a few seconds, then with heated and labored breath began taking the rest of Jahan's phallus, growling and groaning in a mix of pain and pleasure until he felt his rear pressed against the other yordle's crotch, letting out a sigh of content the moment he bottomed out.
Jahan growled as he reached under Mahotis' skirt and grabbed both cheeks hard and tightly in his hands, wanting nothing more than to ravage the yordle who took him, but he didn't want to hurt him right after saving him like that. Eventually, Mahotis began moving, both panting and huffing as they worked each other's bodies like that.
Mahotis suddenly reached with one hand and began rubbing and groping at Jahan's pecs, focusing more on the pierced nipples and tugging at the rings dangling from them, electing growls and grunts from Jahan, who began bouncing him hard on his member in some form of retaliation.
Jahan pressed their noses together as one hand rubbed and caressed Mahotis' head. "I'm... *pant pant*.... I'm almost there..."
Mahotis nodded, also panting as sweat slid down his body. "Inside me... please..." Mahotis begged as he gently bit his lower lip and began riding Jahan harder and faster...
This instantly did it for the bigger yordle as he let out a deep growl and shoved Mahotis down in his lap... right before letting out a loud roar that echoed and pierced through the silent night, his sac and member jumping and throbbing with each stream he sent flying deep inside the smaller yordle, painting his inner walls white with his thick seed.
Mahotis wasn't far behind as he let a small howl of pleasure, his own member sending his cum flying from the tip and raining down on them, most of it landing on their faces, chest, his flat belly, and Jahan's muscle gut.
Soon, their orgasms died down, allowing them to rest and catch their breath. Both left panting as heat radiated from their pores and sweat rolled down their bodies. Once they finally caught their breath... they locked their lips in yet another steamy kiss.
Soon enough, both of them laid down on a bedroll with a blanket covering their lower halves, both had small smiles on their faces as they laid there cuddling and watching the stars.
"You know..." Mahotis suddenly started as he lifted himself up, turned around, and laid his head on Jahan's thick chest. "I still have some ruins to visit... I was thinking perhaps you'd join me?" He requested with some hope in his voice.
Jahan looked away for a few seconds... then turned back to him and smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "Sure... why not. Sure sounds better than traveling aimlessly and alone."
Mahotis let out a small chuckled and planted a small peck on Jahan's lips, as if sealing the deal... which eventually turned into another hot liplock... then into yet another round of some rough lovemaking.
Morning came and the harsh sun returned to torture those below it, luckily, Jahan managed to create a 'tent' of rock and stone to shield them from the merciless rays of the morning sun.
Both of them eventually woke up and began putting away the camp, before they were fully read to face whatever came their way.
And this time, both had a companion to help them through their journey.