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The eyes of every Subutai in the clique watched Huvir as he lead an armed group of two-legs into the heart of their home. The urge to hide his snout ate at his nerves. Yet he kept his gaze ahead, his head held high, avoiding the searching gazes of his people.

The Shua leader and his group of warriors followed close at tail. They had refused to leave their swords, but their javelins and shields were stacked next to the embers of a small campfire a ways out from the tents. They had also dropped their scaled breastplates, which allowed them to nearly outpace Huv on the journey here. The two-legs' long, muscled limbs tore across earth and stone like a storm wind through tall grass. Huv silently hoped that the Athya would see how urgent the Shua's cause was, considering they had left their armor and some of their weapons behind to trot into a foreign camp.

As the unusual group approached the center of the village, a huge clearing opened up. The tents ringing this place were larger and decorated with bronze iconography denoting famous linage or the minor hearth-gods of that family. Huv's father had had a tent here once, back when mother was alive. Moghtai had been sure to remind his son frequently about past glories... and especially on the specific reason why they were past.

Subutai filled the edges of the clearing. Small hatchlings stared at the Shua, wide-eyed from behind their parents scaled forelegs. These two-legs were probably the first the little ones had ever seen. The parents themselves had split attentions between Huv and the Shua, giving both guarded looks, but only he was gifted the few, but bitingly cold, looks of betrayal.

The biggest tent was pitched at the rear of the clearing, Its shinning bronze charms chiming together in the wind high above the gathered creatures. In front of the flaps sat the Athya, Temur. His scales were a smooth blue, bordering on pink. A mane of stark white hair ran down his spine, with complex braids every few tail-tips. Bronze and gold rings and bracelets adorned his claws and wrists. His dark blue eyes watched Huv with the indifferent imposition of a glacier. Huv tried not to meet his gaze.

Temur was young for an athya, only six winters older than Huv, his father dead from the wayward throw of a hunting spear. But his age showed, he was in his prime. The scales on his forelegs stretched over thick muscle and he carried his head high with a not quite unearned pridefulness. He was large for a Subutai, both in height and width. The lancer guards that stood outside his tent were tail-tips shorter and their bulky scaled armor barely outsized him. The smiths joked that it took double the steel to make the Athya's own. He was able to throw his weight around figuratively and literally. The few disagreements that had occurred since he succeeded his father were detailed in minor scars across his body, like monuments to victorious battles or warnings to potential descenters.

Huv approached the Athya with a nervousness in his step. His claws dragged along the packed dirt, dreading each step closer to the imposing, and handsome, male.

"Huvir sol Moghtai, who do you welcome so freely into our tents?"

The Athya's voice swiftly muted the whispers of the crowd. His icy glare digging into Huv bordered on anger, but something held his wrath back.

Huv lowered his snout and touched his nostrils to the dirt, then brought his head back up to speak. He could feel his hinds shaking in nervousness.

"Honored Point of the Charge, I bring Lordae of the Shua, allies of our clique."

Lordae stepped up beside Huv as the Subutai said his name. He bowed low and addressed Temur exactly as Huv had taught him.

"Fellow warrior, I bring news of the mountain tribes. They plan an attack on both of our people, and they intend to leave our houses and your tents in ashes."

The whispering of the gathered Subutai returned with a fierceness. The youths eager for battle. Tent-mothers discussing stocks of medicinal herbs. Old lancers spouting their theories on the Roros's motives. Temur silenced them with his response.

"What proof have you, Shua, of this sudden Roros aggression?"

The expression on the Athya's face seemed to infer the question was unanswerable.

"There is no proof that I could bring here that would satisfy you. You have only my word as a Centian of my people."

Lordae's gaze was hardened, his tone was firm, bordering on commanding. All eyes looked to the Athya, uncertain how he would react.

Temur looked as if he were trying to chew through a a breastplate. His fiery eyes briefly flicked to Huv, who's stomach jumped when their gazes momentarily met.

"We will discuss this further inside my tent, Shua. Your warriors shall wait."

Temur looked through the crowd until he spotted his aide.

"Kimek, make sure these two-legs find a hearth suitable for them.

Kimek, an old Subutai by his dark blue scales, bowed low and corralled the other Shua off into one of the alleyways between tents. The crowd began to disperse and gossip resumed. Temur turned to walk back to his tent. Not that Huv was looking, but he managed to catch a momentary glimpse of Temur's pride as his tail flicked behind him. Huv blushed slightly at the size of those twin orbs, but did not avert his gaze.

Lordae followed Temur inside as he lifted open the flaps of his tent. Huv waited outside. The fully armored lancers on either side of the entrance were still as statues. Their long spears held in steel-wrapped grips. The Subutai still left in the clearing were deep in discussion, mostly dark scales. Old lancers talking of the long ago battles of their fathers against these Roros. Huv's gaze searched, but the disappointed look of father was nowhere to be seen. Relief washed through him like a clear mountain brook. But there was also a little sadness, his father didn't even care enough to come here and actively show his son how displeased he was.

"Huvir."

Huv's eyes snapped to the entrance of the athya's tent. Temur stood there, one claw holding open the flap of the tent.

"I cannot hold this discussion without my scout. You are the only word I can trust."

Huv felt his tail grow numb with excitement. Was Temur inviting him inside his own tent? But he kept his expression stony and touched his snout to the dirt respectfully before walking inside. He nearly lifted his tail right then and there when Temur held open the entrance for Huv to walk through. He was much taller and larger up close. Huv imagined the athya's hungry eyes staring at his haunches as he walked by. But he kept his gaze forward and took a seat on the cushion next to Lordae. He hoped to hear the words 'my scout' again.

The inside of the athya's tent was lush with adornments. A throne of carved, petrified wood sat in front of him. Behind that hung the shinning bronze symbol of the clique. Greens, browns and reds swirled into abstract designs on the carpets that covered the hide walls. Some carpets depicted more detailed portraits of mythic heroes. One Huv recognized was of Subutai, the Subutai. His bright blue eyes shone with ambition and defiance as he lead his people inland. Behind him was a burning Jurgen city of wood and stone. And under Subutai's claws were words written in red runes 'We do not settle.'

There was a smoldering pit-fire in front of the throne of wood-stone. It's whispering smoke swirling up and out of the hole above it, where the light of the mid-day sun peeked through. Temur sauntered over to his seat. His long tail dragging on the ground, covering what hung behind it, much to Huv's disappointment. Though his eyes still studied the slight sway of the athya's hips as he walked by. A blush rose to Huv's scales as Temur settled on his side on the cushions laying at the foot of his seat, making his fat sheath visible for a few tail-ticks until one of his thighs moved to slowly cover his groin.

"Welcome fellow warrior. While we wait for drinks and food, we can discuss terms. But first, I would have my scout offer his account."

Huv nearly yipped in joy when Temur looked at him and said 'my scout.' Instead he swallowed his elation and gave his report. He detailed his journey to the outskirts of the Shua village, the increased activity around it, the small fight and his sprint back to the clique. Until his eventual capture by the Shua. Huv skipped over Lordae claiming his rear, and simply said "I reached an... agreement with the Shua leader, Lordae, to take him to the tents."

Temur nodded throughout the retelling, giving Huv his full attention. Huv couldn't lie to those dominant eyes, but he could omit the more sensitive parts of the story. When he was finished Temur flicked his gaze to Lordae, regarding the stone-faced two-leg for a second before looking back at Huv.

"So do you believe this Shua's story of Roros aggression?"

Huv shot Lordae a sideways glance before answering.

"I trust him my Athya, he is an honorable warrior. I don't think he would lie so readily to his neighbors."

Temur turned his snout to address Lordae. But when their eyes met he did not move his mouth to speak. The two males held each other's stare like opposing mountain faces, willing the other to succumb to the winds and erode to dust

Huv glanced between them. His tail tip flicked and his claws twitched. The nervous frown on his face deepened. He opened his snout, not sure exactly what he was about to say but wanted to break the tension before blood was split.

"Lordae, what was the most recent Roros attack?"

Lordae broke the staring match and looked at Huv, as foreign as the two-legs flat face was it was clear that he was far from pleased. Apparently the Shua did not take kindly to having their honesty questioned.

"My people sent me to forge an alliance with the Athya of the Shur'gal Clique, not discuss battle reports with mere scouts."

Temur's growl could have cowed the mountains.

"If this is the best diplomat your people can muster, it is no wonder you were driven out of your lands."

The Subutai's muscles rippled as his claws gripped his the pillows underneath him.

"Insult my scout again, and the Roros will be the least of your concerns."

At that moment one of the tent aides opened a flap at the back of the tent. He gripped a plate filled with salted meat in his mouth and balanced three bowls of ale on his fore-arm. Despite his three-legged gait, not a drop spilled. While Lordae and Temur attempted to kill the other with their flaming eyes, the aide placed the plate and bowls beside the low-burning fire.

Temur waited for the aide pass back through the rear tent flaps. Then, like the pools after the rapids of a stony river, his aggressive scowl turned to a more clam, yet still stern, expression. One of his foreclaws gestured to the meal in front of him.

"Let us cool our tongues with meat and ale. If you are still weary from your journey afterwards then I shall have my aide guide you to a guest tent."

Lordae waited for Temur to reach for a strip of salted meat, which he did slowly. But the Shua was patient, his legs crossed and back straight. The aggressive fire in his eyes was gone, replaced with his usual solemn irises of grey.

They ate in silence. Though one would not call the tent 'silent' as both Subutai ripped through the meat and lapped up the ale with fang and tongue. Before long all three were bloated, the Shua having eaten far less than the others but in the same amount of time. Lordae asked for his leave and Temur called in his aide to guide the guest to his tent.

As they left through the front flap Temur told his aide to return to his own tent after he was finished. He would clean up their meal in the morning.

Huv's claws felt a little fuzzy. He looked down at the bowl and realized just how big it was. It had been a while since he had drunk that much ale, that quickly. He couldn't feel the tip of his tail.

"Scout."

The slightly intoxicated scout looked up. He took in the sight of the male and noticed that his thighs had relaxed, displaying, though barely, a large sheath squished between two large haunches. Huv flicked out his tongue involuntarily. The air tasted of salt and sweat. Musky tones irradiated his senses as he pressed his forked tongue to the roof of his mouth, mashing the virility of a breeding male into the sensitive receptors located there.

It was not uncommon for males to display so openly like this. But usually it meant that whatever was hiding in that sheath was getting tended to soon, some way or another. And the fact that Huvir was staring directly at the other males crotch didn't exactly dissuade Temur from continuing his advances.

"You seem tired."

Temur shifted his top thigh. Hiding the small amount of his sheath that was showing, but not quite masking his scent. He stood up from the carved throne and strode around the fire. Huv's eyes tracked the other male's hindquarters as he walked. Temur's hind legs were large and muscled. Each hindclaw placed itself gently upon the ground, but Huv could see the weight and power behind each step. Like a predator stalking red-crests through the long grass.

Temur stopped a tail's breath away from Huv's sitting form. Even if Huv hadn't been slightly hunched from exhaustion and drunkenness Temur still would have towered over him. Huv's eyes would've been staring at a broad chest if they weren't stuck staring into those eyes. They were blue, a deep blue. Almost warm. Like a wide lowland lake in the depths of summer. They stared down at him with that same warmth. Comforting, tempting him to take a dip inside their soothing waters.

"You seem tired, Huvir."

His voice was deep, yet floated through Huv's mind like the seeds of a featherwood. He flicked one of his long ears, the tufts of fur lining both of them standing on end. Alert and eager to hear any more of the soothing voice, especially his name.. His mind was also eager, but much less alert. So much so that his next words sounded, at least to him, like the work of a master smith.

"Would you like me to escort you--"

"I would mind myself turn in, for myself."

Huv's belched lightly before continuing his poetry.

"To much... for me I think. Been a while... normally I could... but it's been a while. Burden. I can find turn in myself... is not a burden. Athiyatha."

Huvir's gaze drifted away as he spoke. The tip of his snout dragging his head to the ground as if weighd down.

Temur gave a gentle smile. His hind legs shifting closing together as his thoughts shifted from hunger to amusement.

"I seem to have overestimated your tolerance. And you are not a burden! You are the guest of my tent, my mother would strangle me if I even thought of a guest as a burden."

Temur scoffed slightly, but he noticed the frown that started to crease the snout of Huvir, and how rapidly it deepened at his words. He flicked his tongue out, gauging Huvir's gaze as he spoke again.

"I shall carry you home, using the tent shadows to hide us. When you wake tomorrow you'll laugh this night off as a happy memory. And you will return tomorrow to mediate talks."

"Now come, put your fores on my back so I can lift you home."

Temur began to crouch down.

"You have a bed here." Huv said, the hot red embarrassment of what he had just suggested shooting a sobering arrow through his mind. How had he spoken so clearly? It was as if one of his thoughts had broken free from his fuzzy head and sauntered out on his tongue. And the fact that he didn't ask it, but stated... it was almost a command... He glanced up at Temur. A mix of worry, eagerness, and embarrassment banging around in his head like the seeds in a hatchling's rattle.

Temur's eyes flashed from warm to predatory, and back to warm. He frowned studied the smaller male for a long moment. Finally, his gaze hardened and he spoke.

"You may use my bed. I shall sleep out here."

Huv was relieved and heartbroken at the same time. Had he said something wrong? Was Temur rejecting him? Did he not prefer males? Maybe the rumors were wrong. Maybe--

Temur seemed to capture the erratic thoughts that arced across the scout's snout. He laid a claw under the tip of the smaller male's snout guided it up until their gazes met.

"When Oghali's Yellow Eye opens tomorrow morning, ask me this again. And you shall get your answer. But for now, you are in no state to ask such a thing."

At these words, reality started to catch up to him. He felt his weight suddenly shift forward for no apparent reason. A quick fog fell on his head. And his hazy thoughts could barely decipher the world around him, though he had a vague thought of Temur's strong foreclaws holding him. He cherished that warm feeling, and drifted off into dreams with a smile on his snout.

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He opened his eyes to darkness. The black void hung over him like a heavy blanket. His groggy thoughts were unable to process what was causing this reduced vision. But his body was able to catch up, and he pushed a forepaw against the furs he was sleeping under to reveal the dull, early light of the inside of a tent.

Huvir shivered as the chill air hit him. Though it was not that cold, the difference in temperature between his tail, still deep under the furs, and snout was extreme. His lower body almost felt numb with heat, though it was not uncomfortable. In contrast, North of the frozen Skadil sea, his head screamed at his forepaws to pull the heavy furs back over him. But he steadied himself when his nostrils caught a strange scent in the air. He flicked out his tongue to get a better taste, and he nearly gasped at its intensity. It was the smell of a male in his prime, earthy and primal with a dash of salty undertones. But it was only a faint whisp of the smell. And the chill of the air finally overwhelmed him.

His Talons gripped the blanket and yanked it up. But the tip of his snout was still very cold, so he bent his body round to shove his icy nose into the place where all the warmth was emanating from.

The smell of his arousal hit his nose before he even realized what it was. On instinct and impulse he darted out his other sensory organ to investigate the matter. The warm, fully erect cock cooked his tongue as it glided along the length. It seemed his dreams had been guided by the smell of male arousal. His body shivered despite how warm he had suddenly become. He kept up the licks without another thought, letting out a groan as he did so. The slightly salty taste of pre greeted his tongue after a few more licks, betraying just how aroused he must have been before waking.

His cock twitched under his ministrations, which were quickening with every saliva-lined swipe. His breath quickened too, and, combined with the heat already present, started to turn the inside of the furs into a furnace.

When the heat became unbearable, Huv desperately swiped away the blanket to expose his entire body to the chilled air. This time he didn't even notice the cold, as another spurt of salty pre greeted his tongue.

He propped his upper body up with one of his talons so that his snout was able get closer to his needy cock. His tongue traveled his entire length now, shaking it with the force of the rapid licks. So he grabbed the base of his pole with his free talon to steady it and grind it against his lapping tongue.

A groan escaped his muzzle as his cock twitched again. He was close. He could feel his balls tighten, ready burst with seed. The digits on his hindpaws curled inwards, digging into his pads. The forepaw holding the base of his length began to move up and down in short, rapid, pumps. Edging him that much closer. He licked his cock faster. His groans grew louder and began to sound much more like moans.

Suddenly a growl shook his ears. Huvir's snout and forepaw yanked away from his cock and looked up to see Temur. The Athya was standing in the entrance to the room, hide-flap door draped over his back. His stance was tall. Muscular limbs holding up his large body. But his eyes betrayed his tiredness. With a shock, Huvir realized where he had awoken and where he had decided to start licking himself to orgasm.

"I don't normally enjoy waking up this early."

Temur met Huv's gaze with a smile. He looked hungry.

"But waking up to the sounds of groaning coming from my bedchamber... that is a treat."

They started at each other a while. Huv's breaths were heavy, he was still close, but his cock was deflated a little after the constant stimulation left it. He didn't make a move to cover his maleness, he didn't move at all. His hindlegs were spread, displaying his saliva-coated genitals for the larger male. Though his snout burned with a hot blush.

Temur didn't break their gaze, his eyes were locked onto Huv's own. He took a few steps into the chamber, the flap falling closed behind him. After another long tick, Temur took a few more steps till he loomed above Huv's lying form.

The male lowered his snout till they were almost touching noses. A few tail-ticks passed. Then, from deep with his gut, Temur growled. It was short, low, and hardly audible. But Huv's instinct knew exactly what it was, a question, the primal, most basic one two creatures could ask each other. And Huv knew exactly how to respond. He whined, soft, quick, and desperate. Temur held still, it was his move now, and he savored the increasingly needy look in the smaller male's eyes as the Athya delayed his own response.

Finally though, Temur lowered his snout till he was side by side with Huv's own. It was an incredibly intimate position for a Subutai, and it nearly burst Huv's heart when he felt the side of Temur's snout press into the side of his. Huv pressed back and rumbled a guttural, wordless 'thank you.'

The sliding of their scales made a constant sound as they rubbed snouts, only broken by occasional deep but short growls. Their scents filled each other's senses. Huv felt his balls tighten as he took in the scent of the Temur. He smelt of dirt, and trees, of virtuality and passion, of salt and blood. His breath's quickened and his cock, still out of its sheath but half-hard laying on his belly, began to grow again. A spurt of pre dribbled out onto the inside of his haunch. He whined a little. It was an involuntary sound, and a rose-red blush crossed his snout. But it's message was clear to his male, he needed to be tended to.

Temur pulled his snout away, Huv whined again at the loss of contact but was cut short by a quick growl. They locked gazes, and Huv's muscles melted under the dominant, fierce eyes. With him weakened, Temur lifted a heavy paw and pushed one of Huv's shoulders back. The smaller male was still laying partially on his side.

But Huv was able to muster his strength and hold his shoulder firm, though Temur probably hadn't used all of his effort. Huvir pushed his body back over until he was laying flat on his flank, his neck tall, forelegs crossed, hindlegs stacked on top of one another, and erection jutting out from between them. His eyes hardened a little, and he growled long and low. It would take more than a simple snout rub to claim him.

Temur pulled his foreclaw back, a confused, frustrated look took his snout for a few ticks until it was overridden by amusement. He flicked his tongue out, somewhat tasting the air but moreso to tease his defiant little male. He lowered his snout again, but instead of going for another rub, he went further, to the vulnerable scales under his neck. They were naturally weaker than those that ran all way down his spine, and smaller, able to be easily pieced by another Subutai's teeth. Often ritual duels between Subutai consisted of catching an opponent in the neck, either by jaw or claw. Only the most suicidal, brave, or stubborn refused to yield after their underneck was caught. In a real battle though, it was where the most armor was placed, for one unlucky hit from a javelin and Noeghal carried you swiftly up to the sky.

Temur began assaulting Huv's underneck with soft, slow licks. Huv's defensives slowly lowered with each swipe of the warm tongue. His heated nerves began to calm, and he was about to start wondering if this was Temur's entire plan, before he felt teeth pierce his scales.

"AHH! Tem-! I-!"

The larger male let out a deep growl, louder than any one he had before, almost angry. His jaws had closed around the smaller one's neck, like a predator savoring a hunk of meat. Blood was not drawn, but the sting of pierced scales and the pressure around Huv's throat silenced him. The deep growl sent vibrations out like shockwaves that traveled through his body, telling his primal instincts to freeze his muscles.

The only noise he made now were his quick, shallow, breaths. Fear gripped him, but he couldn't move, his muscles felt like the leftover coals of a fire. Painfully hot, but inactive, unable to even twitch. The only thing he could feel, and that he could twitch, was his cock. Painfully hard with a bead of precum at its tip.

Then Temur pushed his snout down, pulling Huv along with him, helpless as he was. Until, finally, the Subutai lay on his back, his forepaws pulled submissively up to his chest, his hinds spread limply. His cock was at full mast. Another bead of pre forming at its tip, pushing the pre already there off the edge. It fell in a solid stream of cum that ran down his length. His balls were taught under his sheath, which still held his knot inside it. Though the fleshy walls bulged slightly in an effort to contain the mating tie.

Temur let out another growl, but this one was softer, almost gentle. Then his jaw unlocked, breaking the grip his teeth had on the bottom male's scales. Huv was still frozen, instincts and uncertainty holding him still. But when Temur ran his warm tongue over the spot where he had bit, Huv moaned. A high-pitched, embarrassing sound, but full of genuine pleasure. The caress of another male's tongue against his underneck sent a shiver down his spine. He felt his body unlock, his forepaws moved to hold Temur's head. One traced his strong jawline, feeling it's subtle movements as the wide ribbons of heated flesh bathed his sensitive scales. The other traveled along the side of his top's snout, gliding round his cheek like a fish swimming lazily through a pond.

With a bigger and stronger male's fangs so near his underneck Huv felt helpless. But the gentle strokes of Temur's tongue radiated a warmth throughout his body that told him he was safe, protected. That this big male alpha would cast his foreclaws around him and hold him tight till Oghali closed her eyes on the final day.

But such a euphoric state could not last. Slowly Temur pulled his snout back . Huv's foreclaws tried to stay wrapped round the bigger male's head, but a slight nibble near his wrist caused him to reluctantly let go. He let out a whine to express his annoyance. Temur only smiled down at him.

"Close your eyes my scout, I have a surprise."

Huv cocked his snout a little then flicked his tongue out in a confused but curious gesture. His foreclaws returned to his chest, hanging limp-wristed like a hatchling begging for food. He could almost tell how cute just he was by the look on the face of the Subutai above him, there was a hunger in Temur's gaze. Huv obeyed within the next tail-flick, closing his eyes gently, and relaxing his body as much as he could with a jutting erection between his hinds.

Huv's furry ears twitched as he heard the movement of talons, the scraping of scales, and the rustle of the furs he was laying on. For a second he thought he could feel a heated breath brush across his snout. Then more movement, and finally, a stretch of silence.

Huv's nervous, excited anticipation nearly got the best of him, he fought fang and claw against the temptation to open his eyes. But before he had the chance, his patience was rewarded.

"Open"

Huv's eyes snapped open. His hungry gaze tried to swallow everything at once., but they ended up choking on the central piece that dominated his vision.

A fat sheath hung infront of him. The peaking tip of a cock nearly poking the cold tip of his snout. The smooth skin that entombed the cock looked soft. The skin was white, in contrast to Temur's bluish-pink scales. The sheath was nearly double the size of Huv's own, and almost half as big as his head. Behind the mass of flesh were two large pale orbs, hanging limply as of begging to be supported by a lucky foretalon.

Huv flicked out his tongue and breathed in through his nostrils. The air tasted of musk, a divine brew of salt and earth. He was almost frozen by its strength. It was the same smell that had aroused him in his sleep. It filled him with a desire to be filled, to rollover and lift tail. His belly felt wet with the pre that was leaking from his tip.

Huv dove his snout forward and began licking. The raw musk coated his tongue as he ran it across the flesh. The sheath was smoother than it looked, and pliable. The fat cylinder of flesh jiggled as Huv's appendage forcefully ran across its surface. A deep groan from above him, and he redoubled his efforts, licking faster and harder. As if trying to mold a clay sculpture with his tongue. Huv left trails of saliva around the sides, which bulged as they tried to contain what lay within. But his favored area was the entrance. The thick ring of the soft flesh that failed to cover the wide tip of the cock inside. There he could taste something even more invigorating than stale musk, the saltness of pre-cum.

He hungrily licked up the old cum. Every few swipes around the sheath's entrance and he pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth for a tail-flick, savoring the taste. After a few rounds though the old pre was completely licked up, replaced with a wet sheen of saliva. He was instantly disappointed, but didn't hesitate in his next action. He wanted to taste his male's seed. He would.

Huv had been avoiding the inside of the sheath till now, skirting around the thick edge of the entrance but never touching what lay inside. He disregarded that as his need to taste another male's cum overwhelmed him. He closed the distance between his snout and the large sheath until his nostrils touched the wide tip of the cock inside. He heard a sharp intake of breath above him. But before Temur could do or say anything, Huv stuck out his tongue to brush against the cock, then kept pushing past it till he had half of his wet appendage inside of his male's sheath.

Immediately, Temur gasped. Then a foretalon came crashing against the back of Huv's neck, between his furry ears. Huv's snout was shoved forward against the sheath and, at the same time, Temur lightly moved his hips, grinding his sheath against the smaller male's snout. Huv didn't mind in the slightest. But after letting Temur use his face to pleasure himself for a few flicks, his tongue still inside the sheath, he decided it wasn't enough. He opened his jaws slightly and closed his lips around the tip of the sheath. His fangs pressed into the fatty flesh but he was careful not to open his mouth enough to let the sharp tips touch anything. Then he began suckling on his male's sheath.

Huv lathered the tip of the cock with his saliva. Temur growled long and low, a noise filled with pleasure. He kept grinding his hips forward as his foretalon pushed Huv's head back toward his groin. Huv matched his Athya's sound with a soft whine, and continued with his gentle suckling of the sheath's entrance.

Eventually Temur's arousal outgrew it's massive confines. The soft, leathery exterior slowly peeled back as the dark pink cock hardened. Huv felt the malehood fill his mouth, his snout still locked with the sheath. His entire snout was aching by now. His jaw burning, nostrils numb with musk. The cock pushed past his tongue, which hardly provided any resistance. Then the flat tip of the it hit the back of his throat and he immediately gaged.

Temur held Huv there for an uncomfortable tick. His cock deposited a large squirt of precum down Huv's throat before released his iron grip on the bottom's head.

Huvir's head fell back into the furs he lay on, dazed. He was breathless, gasping for air. But he tasted the saltiness of a male, and the messy pool of pre on his stomach grew.

Temur stared down at him, eyes ablaze with passion. He stood over the smaller male, cock dripping precum onto the other's chest. Huvir watched as Temur's fat balls suddenly clenched, and a large spurt of white jumped out of his length to splatter against Huv's snout.

Temur reached a foretalon out and grasped Huv by the tip of his snout. Then moved the smaller male's head until Huv met Temur's hungry gaze. The Athya spoke with a voice that commanded the respect of an entire Subutai war-clique.

"My scent has marked you as mine. Now I will claim what is mine."

Huv felt a shiver run down his spine.

Temur let go of his snout and took a few steps back. His head lowered near Huv's erect cock, giving it a single lick before moving his snout to the base of the smaller male's tail. Huv's balls covered almost his entire taint, heavy with seed. But they weren't large enough to hide his tailhole. Huv watched as Temur's head descended, their gazes unbroken. Until Huv felt a warm breath of air on his exposed hole, followed by a long lick across it.

He gasped and threw his head back against the furs as Temur bathed his tailhole in trails of saliva. The warm tongue seemed to numb his hole, while his hindlegs shook as though overwhelmed with pleasure. His foreclaws gripped the furs when his entrance was pushed apart by the tip of a fat tongue. But it quickly pulled out.

After a few more licks Temur raised his head and stepped back over his male. Huv couldn't help but whimper as the large form towered over him. Temur hung there for a tick, then lowered himself till the scales of his big belly pressed against the precum-wet scales of Huv's. The smaller male's cock became trapped under the weight of the fat stomach, squeezed between two sets of smooth under-scales. Huv shivered again and moaned out his delight as Temur began to slowly grind his belly over the trapped cock.

Suddenly, Temur thrust forward. Huv felt his hole spread around the wide tip of a large cock. Pain sparked through him. The numbness of the saliva vanished, replaced with a feeling of being stretched. Like rawhide on a drying rack. His breathing was rapid. His foretalons reached up to clutch at Temur's shoulders, claw-tips digging into scales. Only the tip inside and it was leagues bigger than Lordae's cock.

Temur leaned down until the tip of his snout touched Huvir's neck. He took in a long breath through his nostrils, savoring his male's scent and slightly calming Huv's scattered nerves.

"Relax."

Temur's voice was soft, and the touch of a heated tongue upon Huv's underneck caused him to obey without another thought. He relaxed, his hindlegs still shook, the pain was still there. But he felt his hole widen slightly. The pleasure soon drowned it out as Temur moved his hips forward. The fat length filled his tailhole completely as it pushed inside him. The pressure of the cock shoving apart his walls nearly sent him into a frenzy. He groped at the Temur's scales, whining constantly and gasping as the length pressed into him. Despite being so full, Huvir was desperate for more.

Temur finally stopped as his knot bumped up against the smaller male's pucker, to large to push in, for now. Instead he ground his hips against Huvir, his cock moving around inside the whining male. And his belly moving back and forth over the trapped cock, which at this point was fervently leaking precum. Temur tongue at his neck heightened the pleasure.

Huv kept up his gasping moans. His whole body felt numb and on fire at the same time. His hole was filled, but still he needed more. The warm licks at his neck kept stealing the words from his throat, but finally he was able to gasp something out.

"Please."

Temur froze. He raised his head, locking eyes with the male under him. He spoke with the strength and certainty of steel.

"I will fill you."

With a quick motion, Temur pulled his cock out of Huv's hole until just the wide tip remained. Huv gasped, he felt so empty, almost cold. His eyes pleaded up at Temur, sending a wordless prayer. Temur smiled, and suddenly threw his hips forward, slamming their haunches together with a 'smack!' Huv cried half in pain and half in pleasure. But Temur silenced him by pulling out and ramming his cock right back in.

Huv could only lay back and stutter out broken moan as he was taken. Temur's large belly was wet with Huv's pre and rubbed back and forth over his trapped cock as the bigger male's hips pumped into him. Each thrust shoved Huv's body around on the furs, despite the weight on top of him.

Every time Temur plunged into him his knot rammed against Huv's tailhole, like someone repeatedly trying to slam a ball through a square hole. Over and over powerful haunches drove that fat cock in and out of him. Huvir flirted on the edge of orgasm, trying to hold back until he was claimed properly.

Temur growled every other thrust. His pleasure causing him to lose a little control. His thrusts became faster and lost their rhythm. Like the difference between a talented adult's rythmic drumbeat to a hatchling slamming down their talons erratically, just to hear more noise. The moans below Temur were that modivation, as well as the tight walls of flesh gripping his cock. He watched Huv's face, eyes half lidded, tongue limp, a heated blush on his snout. He needed to breed this male. He needed to fill him so that his belly sagged with seed. So he would waddle through the tents like a female laden with egg. And all would smell the scent on him. And any who ridiculed his male would meet Temur's claws. With that thought, instinct completely took over, and he launched his teeth down to bite Huv's underneck.

Huv could barely breathe. The pleasure of being constantly and forcefully thrust into was multiplied when jaws snapped closed around his most vulnerable scales. The grip on his neck served as another anchor point to hold him in place. So Temur was able to increase the speed, force and depth of his thrusts, until, quite suddenly, his knot shoved through the Huv's ring of flesh and buried itself inside his warm hole.

Time seemed to stop for a second, as if Oghali herself overcame her paralyzed state and reached a cosmic talon out to hold the world steady. If she had, it would certainly be to investigate the origin of the divine pleasure that had occurred on this mortal plane.

Huv didn't realize he was cumming until he felt the streams of cum running down his flanks. He wanted to roar, to scream out his satisfaction to the universe. But he was frozen, the teeth at his neck kept his body still while his mind was overwhelmed with pleasure. The pressure inside of him was the most fulfilling thing he had ever experienced. The deeply buried cock and knot completed the puzzle of his body. The massive, warm balls laying against his tail were a welcome bonus.

Then, Temur pulled his hips back. Huv was dragged along with him until the big male but down harder into his neck. With an audible 'Pop!' The knot was pulled out of him. For a tail flick Huv felt barren, he thought this could be what a female felt after laying her egg. Then the knot was shoved right back in, filling Huv once more. His cock jumped and continued to wet Temur's stomach with it's cum. Temur pulled out and thrust in once more until he too was overwhelmed.

Huv felt the fat cock inside of him pulse once before emptying the contents of the large male's balls into him. Temur bit down harder and growled, his fangs sunk slightly into flesh, and tricklets of blood fell down Huv's scales. But the small male finally let out a long winded moan, his own cock released the last of his cum, soaking the entirety of his and Temur's underbelly. He even felt steams of it running down his taint and between the point where Temur's twitching balls and Huv's body met. It was the most he had ever came, but was nothing compared to the growing pool inside of him.

Temur's seed was locked inside Huv's tailhole, filling him with his offspring. This only put more pressure on Huv's walls, which caused his pleasure to grow slowly. Just as bulge in his belly grew. A mark on his underneck, and a slight sag in his stomach. Every tent would know he had been claimed.

Huvir slipped out of consciousness as his orgasm tapered off. He was warm and comfy from the weight on top of him and the weight still filling him. He drifted in and out of consciousness as Temur made slight movements. The teeth fell away, replaced by the soothing licks of a tongue. Then, with some maneuvering, Temur pulled Huv down so they both lay on their flanks facing each other, knot still plugging tailhole. Their tails curled against each other, and their snouts touched. With deep breaths they took in their combined scents.

Huvir's cock slowly retreated into its sheath, his haunches, and underbelly soaked in his own cum. A hard cock pumped a squirt of seed inside him every so often. Temur moved a talon down to place it against Huv's lower belly, right about his sheath. Where his scales bulged out with Temur's warm seed.

The bigger male's talon rubbed against the wet, inflated stomach, letting out a low, rumbling growl in approval. Huvir smiled and leaned his neck forward to lick the tip of Temur's snout before rumbling back.