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The next day, the hume and the garif had to deal with all the mess from the night before, and so they did, together. Trenn never felt so good, but Kayamu was sore from the double dose of exertion. He received another massage, with no sexual intentions this time, but equally pleasing. In fact, his sex drive would be diminished for the next few days, something Trenn lamented a bit, but also respected. In a gesture of generosity, Kayamu offered to touch him and even offered handjobs to keep the hume happy, but the other refused; they should always make things together.

To make this even more real, the hume passed to live and sleep at the same hut with the garif. Since his bed was merely a quilt on the ground, the two worked the wood to make a bed just like the garif had. When ready, they were put together, improvising a double bed.

In return, Trenn offered the little adornments he created during the garif's trip. He showed his awkward handicrafts, insecure about what the other would think.

"They're beautiful." The garif replied, handing them with care.

"Please, don't lie to me if you just want to be gentle." Trenn said, biting his lip.

"I have no reason to lie. They are beautiful, especially because you never tried to make them before, I presume."

"Sure. I'm not an artisan."

"I didn't expect to gain any of these for the rest of my life." Kayamu said, seeming distracted.

"What do they mean to you? I've done this only as a gift... I hope it's not improper."

The garif chuckled behind the mask. "Nothing improper. We offer these to the ones we care, usually with either a secret or a request for forgiveness."

"Have you ever done these to someone else, too?"

"A couple times."

"And who gave you the ones you already had?" Trenn asked, resting his face on the other's shoulder.

"My father, a few friends and my old mate. This one from the ceiling was the last one she gave me." The garif indicated the longest one he had, with a delicate web of shining strings, feathers, little bones and a carved horn from a creature the hume couldn't recognize. It was the most beautiful decoration of all, and next to it the little three Trenn offered looked like the work of a puny infant.

"Well... so, I must do this accordingly." The young man said, not wanting to give up. "The first one is my request for you to forgive me... for entering your peaceful life, make you save me and change everything he was so used too. I know I'm a pain in the ass... I'm sorry if I was egotist. I'm sorry if I still am..."

"Stop." The garif interrupted. A clawed hand rested on the hume shoulder and neck, a gesture of affection very unusual. Mostly, Trenn was the one with this initiative to touch and hug. "I wouldn't like you thinking this about yourself. I'm glad you are here. Just stay as long as you want."

"If you keep saying this I will believe it. And you will endure me forever." The hume hugged the other, feeling his fur tickling his finger, and the scent of comfort and safety. As the garif kept silent, he proceeded. "I still think you deserve my apologies. I'll do my best to make things right."

"If this is important to you, and is the meaning of your gift, I accept it."

"Thank you. Well... the others will be secrets." He sighed. "Things I should have told you from the beginning."

"You don't need to."

"But I want. I want to tell you why I'm here and why you found me nearly dead, running completely alone coming from the mines..."

• ~ * ~ -

"I was part of a crew working on an airship. Most of the time, we worked with transport of illegal or secret cargo. Contraband. Our clients were frequently absurdly rich men: people from the governments of all nations in Ivalice, dives of all kinds and different levels of popularity. The most dangerous ones, though, were the ones so rich and influent no one ever heard about them. Yet, their hands were moving most of the strings behind the great decisions.

"We started as simple pirates, but soon our skills in stealth became more profitable than simple robbery. Our captain was a man of great vision for business, and soon the clients started to show. The crew was also hand-picked: to keep this kind of agency, all members must be perfectly reliable, and work well together, despite any kind of quarrels. Usually this only comes from two sources, with little differences in style. Respect. Or fear.

"Fortunately for us, our captain used the former. Mostly.

"I became part of it almost by accident. I started as a pirate still as a teen. When my father died, I left all his money to my aunt and cousin in Nabradia, and tried to live by myself. Frequently I was the chosen one to act as bait, to bluff, or to gain sympathy from our clients... or even our adversaries. Also, in a short time, I knew a lot about how an airship worked, and could replace ill, injured and dead fellows. I caught the attention of another pirate, Rush Garter, who was too smart, even for me. I was supposed to distract him for the whole night, so the other could rob a part of his cargo... And so I did, but not as I expected.

"We slept together. It was not the first time for me to do this, but surely it was the best I had until the moment. The guy was a few years older than me, with a blue spiky hair I really liked by the time... and probably still like. A man tanned from the work at Balfonheim, his homeland, and a captivating smile. He knew from the beginning what I was doing, and told me the next morning. He asked if I'd like to join the crew he worked by the time, to stop this paltry piracy and start the real business. Soon I discovered I couldn't say 'no' to that man. He introduced me to the captain... and I was accepted.

"Still, I was feeling like a traitor to my old mates... until Rush showed me the others already escaped with the cargo they wanted, leaving me there, alone. The cargo was all they needed, and I was a good price to pay in return.

"Hah, they were fucked just later. The cargo of crystals was completely false... and they got caught three days after my abandon. I almost felt bad for the bastards. But there I was, safe, under the command of a bright captain, who just started his new business with contraband. And with Rush Garter by my side.

"I worked with them until a few months ago. With the years, I became friends with almost everyone on the crew, and I liked our captain. Through a long time, Rush and I were just friends with benefits, and we never tried to really hide that. As we never failed our tasks, we were left to fool around a little. But my feelings were growing different... probably in a one-way fashion.

"Then we got a secret cargo, and not even the crew was allowed to see it. I still don't know what we were transporting. But Rush was too intelligent, and found out somehow.

"He passed many days terribly tense and uneasy. He avoided talking to me, saying it was for my own safety. I tried to help, but it was useless. Soon, he was plainly rude, and finally violent against me. Rush was dealing with his own demons. But things grew out of control when he tried to sabotage our ship.

"He did everything very well... yet, he couldn't fight all the others. When the captain discovered the author, he was shocked. I still remember his face, pathetic, feeling lost and betrayed. He lacked his usual strength when he ordered the others to capture Rush... and a few moments later, to capture me, too.

"Rush rampaged. We were too close. All the others suspected of my help; no one could believe a man alone could create this much damage to the ship. In fact, I just wanted to be with him.

"He used his knowledge of the ship to create even more havoc, while I used my magick so we could escape. When the ship crashed on the ground, somewhere at the south, we just jumped with ropes and started to run. But when he noticed me behind me, he stopped, and punched me in the face.

"'Get out! You will retard me!' he cried. Stupid, I just stood there, giving a few steps towards him. 'I don't have the time to take care of you.'

'Disappear from my sight!'

'Never say a word about it!'

'It's over!'

"He shouted many things to me, but I was deaf to his words. Then he jumped with a knife on my throat, and I hit my head on the ground.

'If I see you again, one of us will be dead in a minute.' And then he ran away, disappearing among the mist.

"I was lying there for a long time. I don't know how much, in fact. After what seemed a few hours, I heard the sound of our airship taking off. If I knew our captain, he was more worried about making the deliver in time than run after deserters, but would ask someone from the crew to warn the authorities two dangerous criminals were roaming around our area. Usually I was the one to make this kind of job, because no one suspected I was a criminal myself.

"I was left alone in a gloomy wood without my job, without money, and without the only person I thought I could really trust. I can't remember when I just started walking, wandering among the woods. Only my instincts saved me from the creature I found on my way, as my thoughts were just as cloudy as before. When I found the mines, they seemed secure, as a sign of civilization among the wild environment. Oh my, how I could be so wrong?

"The end, you can probably presume. I barely survived the mines, using all my magick and my blade the better I could. I had nearly no items to help me from the beginning, and was only the luck what kept me alive. And was probably the same luck that brought me close to where you were passing."

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• ~ * ~ -

Trenn got silent at the end of his story. It was hard to make such short report about everything that happened not that much time before, and he felt like he left too many things unsaid, that he was still omitting.

"That's not all, I think. It's like... it's not over yet."

"It's enough for now." Kayamu replied, comforting him. "You can tell the rest later, if you feel better."

"I still own you a secret."

"I think that can wait."

Trenn snuggled on the wide chest in front of him. "Thanks."

They remained on the arms of each other, with Trenn listening to Kayamu's calming heartbeat. When the chest expanded under his touch, he noticed the other yawned discretely under the mask.

"Sorry, you're tired. Let's go to bed." Trenn stroked the red scruff. "Thanks for listening."

"It was good to hear you talking about yourself."

"Heh... that's not very frequent." Trenn got to his underwear, and slipped under the blanket. Kayamu rarely used anything to cover himself and, as an indirect attack against Trenn's fire, he slept in the nude while inside the hut. He explained the clothes were only when sleeping outdoors. He kept only the mask, stretching himself over the big bed, adjusting the masks antlers to be hanging beyond the border.

The hume hand reached for the furry arm, and with a sigh, they both relaxed.

• ~ * ~ -

Trenn woke up in the middle of the night with a muffled noise coming from somewhere near. He stared at Kayamu's back; the garif was snoring calmly. Despite being extremely attentive, especially to any sign of danger, he had a very heavy sleep when tranquil.

The hume had a dry throat, and got up to drink some water. By the window, he looked at the stars, and estimated three hours until the sunrise. The air was clean and fresh, with the smell of leaves coming from outside... and something else. Something familiar.

He returned to the bed, noticing the stronger smell there. Musky and heavy.

Making the quick tour around the bed, he looked at Kayamu by his front. The chest moving slightly, the arm flexed under his head, both legs stretched... the huge wet spot on the fur of his underbelly, and the immense bulge on his sheath.

Yes, the smell was really familiar.

Trenn got to his knees, taking a deep sniffle, feeling his cock growing and fighting against the small room of his underwear. The lubricant soaked part of his fur, and trickled until form a small stain on the bed sheet. The complete outline of the member was visible under the stretched skin of the sheath, including the knot, already formed and swollen, but not even the tip was visible.

I see someone's turn-on is finally back. It's about time. And it must be very intense, by the way. It would be a shame to waste it.

The hume touched the member, which immediately contracted under his hand, very sensitive to the approach. He teased the entire length with a finger, caressing from the very base, close to the balls, until the tip, stroking the short wet hair surrounding the opening of flesh. Kayamu made a sleepy and appreciative sound.

The hume started to snuggle and nuzzle the balls, licking them from time to time, stifling his own moans. The garif opened his legs by reflex, and soon the delicate hands found their way to the thighs and groins, caressing both the bare and hot skin, and the hirsute pubic area. Even without any touch, the cock moved again, delivering another portion of precome.

The stimulation was gentle enough to keep the garif sleeping, but the poor male started to groan, getting more and more aroused. His member grew even more, trapped in its meat pouch. To make things worse, Trenn reached for it, caressing the portion between the tip and knot, where it pulsed and jumped like a little animal.

The licking started to arise, now covering all the genital area, with the hume basking on the wonderful musk he loved so much. His tongue lapped at the spots covered in salty pre, massaging the skin and teasing the nerves.

"Ah... hm..."

When his tongue reached the tip of the sheath, Trenn was rewarded with a tiny spasm of the hips, and a bigger shot of pre right into his taste buds. He savored the taste before returning to his duty, poking the wet entrance little by little, until the small hole parted and he inserted the tongue, sliding it on the sticky walls. Moments passed in passionate exploration, with both males becoming more excited. Soon, the tongue reached the source of all that mess.

"... Ahgh!..."

The cock jolted again, only pressing the glans even harder against his tongue. The moves were persistent, creating a strong stimulation on the inside of the sheath, a sensory area on its own. The sideways thrusts were gawky, and Trenn chuckled. He started stroking the member with his hands, knowing the other wouldn't be sleeping anymore very soon.

"Ah!... Grr! Grah!"

The exclamations and snarling were sexy to the hume, and he only massaged the cock with bigger intensity. The shots of pre could now reach his lips, chin, and even the floor when his head was not in the way. Funnily, the tip was still inside the sheath, refusing to get out, and completely hopeless against his voracious tongue. He sealed his lips, sucking the tip, and tasting everything he could.

"GRah!..."

To his complete surprise, the garif was not talking to him. Could he still be sleeping? Anyway, due to the sexual tension he had even before the hume started to stimulate him, Kayamu was growing closer and closer to an orgasm. At least the first kind of orgasm. His toes were curling, and his hands were tight. All the muscles and tendons on his body moved, specially his haunches, thrusting more erratic under Trenn's mouth. The hume was already feeling the pain on his neck.

The hand grabbed the knot under the skin, squeezing it. He massaged, tightening his grip with a steady rhythm just like the thrusts. One, two, three, four. The rhythm growing in intensity, just like the strength on his finger. He pushed the knot upwards, making the tip dive against the wild snake that was his tongue.

Then he found the exact beat of the other's climax, creating a wave that started like an induced orgasm. The knot couldn't take it any longer, explored beyond the limits of its resistance, and his owner surrendered to its demands. Being mostly asleep, Kayamu was not able to fight his urges and protect Trenn, leaving his body fulfill the need to procreate, humping wildly to achieve maximum stimuli and the biggest ejaculation.

"GRRRRAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"

And it worked.

Kayamu came, his cock exploding with notorious intensity, while Trenn happily gulped everything he could, his lips sealing the sheath's tip. But it started to escape, making the usual mess, with the garif long orgasm, and awkward moves. The contractions were clearly visible through the stretched skin of his sheath, specially the knot, pumping like a bomb.

Soon his belly, sides, the bed, the floor and the hume were completely coated on the fluids, but the hand grasping and squeezing the knot would not let the climax end, inducing more and more contractions. The furry legs were trembling, the outline of all his muscles appearing under his pelt. Trenn was more than satisfied to know this new power.

When the cum finally stopped and only lasted the exhausted humping, Kayamu tried to talk, but his harsh voice failed, remaining only his "hah... hah...". Trenn took out his dirty head from the sheath, and noticed the flared head finally exiting its lair, and how it still moved, the hole gaping, with an endless climax.

"Oh my, I could torture you forever." Trenn said, after licking his lips. "This knot is really the weak spot of any garif. And my biggest fun, I must say." He poked the red tip with his finger, and the thrust went stronger, with a wild groan. "I'll let you go just because I want a different kind of fun, now."

Finally, his hand stopped the motion behind the knot, which started to pulse slower, and finally stopped. Kayamu was exhausted and confused, and took many long breathes before being able to talk.

"What was...? How...?"

"You were terribly pent-up when sleeping. I just tried to have some fun, and give you relief." The hume said, feeling a bit guilty. Was this some kind of... exploitation? "Sorry, I couldn't help it. But if you're mad, I promise to never do this again."

Kayamu sighed, before starting to snort, chuckle, and then laugh out loud, a hoarse yet enjoyable sound. "By the skies... I never woke up like that. It was... confusing, yet pretty pleasurable."

"Really? So, you liked it?"

"Yes, very much. Even though it's a bit too early."

"Sometimes the opportunity comes in strange moments." The hume smiled, passing a finger on the still rock hard member. It exited the sheath now, keeping only the huge knot inside. "Tsc! We can't keep this hut clean!"

"Since you arrived, you should add."

"What do you prefer?" he teased the cock, pinching it between his fingers, and receiving another drop of pre. Kayamu moaned lazily.

"I'm not complaining. Not at all."

"So... if I kept my hand squeezing your cock, would you just keep cumming and cumming...?"

"I don't know. That never happened before. I believe it would subside in any moment, or my knot would get out, and I would orgasm completely."

"Or you would faint by pure exhaustion."

"That was not impossible."

"Was that good?"

"Yes. Somewhere between a bless and a martyrdom, yet incredible. I just couldn't stop."

"I was... compelling your cock to cum. And you couldn't fight back. That's fantastic."

"I'm glad you won't use this against me." The garif said, before choking a little, with his member still at the hume's mercy. "I presume this is not over yet?"

"Good assumption. It's true. I want something else, too. I didn't come yet, after all."

"How can I help you with that?"

Trenn decided it was about time to be honest. There was enough reliance between the two. "I... have a weak for a part of you."

The cock jumped when Kayamu laughed. "I know. You're still touching it."

"It's not your cock. I mean, of course is your cock, too, but I'm talking your feet."

The garif seemed a bit surprised. "You want to have sex with my feet?"

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

"Of course not. I've met a male mate who also liked that."

"And you? You seemed to like it when I massaged and explored your feet when you came back from your trip..."

"I can't remember that, but I like someone touching me." The garif adjusted his body on the bed, and flexed his legs, showing both soles to the hume. "Go on."

Trenn left the wet dick to examine the new source of his pleasure. He started touching the big feet, massaging them between his fingers, feeling the dust from the day, the sweat and the different textures. The instep where the hair ended, leaving the bare skin full of tiny veins... the harsh soles, especially close to the toes because the garif, he noticed before, usually walked on tiptoe when barefoot... the many small white scars crossing the surface, marks from many years... the minor callus... the angular heels and ankles...

He also explored the toes, starting by the biggest, round and firm under his pressure, with its long dark claw. It was not very sharp, he noticed, but strong as a rock... there was the space between this toe and the others, the thin skin covered in minute crannies... the other toes, with its own smaller claws...

"Ha, you have a birthmark on this tiny toe!"

"It's true."

Trenn looked at the mark, a shape resembling a short feather with a coffee color.

"You're terribly hot and attractive, but also incredibly cute. That's rare. I mean it as a compliment, because I love it."

"Thank you."

Trenn started to nuzzle the soles, feeling their soft musky scent. Kayamu never had smelly feet, but probably the hume wouldn't mind it. Only the smell of his skin, a bit sweaty and delicious. He moaned, satisfied, rubbing his face against the feet, his hair passing between the toes.

"Are you ticklish?"

"On my feet? I don't think so. It never happened."

"Maybe no one tried the right things." Trenn replied. "But anywhere else?"

"Slightly."

"Stop answering with just one word. Where?"

"In my ears. Sometimes on my ribs. Why is that important?"

"Who knows? Sometimes tickling is pleasurable."

"On my knot they are, of course."

"I don't mean like that! That's not what tickles are."

"The feeling is pretty similar. It's good, but also terribly annoying, and I can't stand still."

"I see..." Trenn starter to rub his face again, and then licking the soles and sides. His tongue explored all the wrinkles, and traced every scar and mark. The hume noticed the garif moving discretely.

"This feels good..."

The hume used one hand to hold the feet close to his face, and the other to start stroking the red pole of meat coming from the others loins.

"That's... even better..." he moaned.

The garif started to pet the hume's hair, while playing with himself, using his own finger to tease the tip of his cock while Trenn stroked the length. Soon he was panting again, and their hands were slick from the fresh pre dripping.

Trenn sucked every toe, soaking them in his saliva, playing with his tongue around the claws. He worked one by one. The feet were moving together with the horny garif, the toes curling inside his mouth. He also bit the feet, scratching the skin with his teeth, and that made the garif kick a little.

"So... at least a bit ticklish, hm?"

"It looks like it." The garif admitted.

Trenn just started biting again, making the other moan and squirm, forcing himself to avoid kicking the other's face.

"Come by my side, so I can touch you while... you do this." Kayamu offered, and Trenn liked the idea. They got both on their sides, with Trenn still facing the feet, while the other curved a bit to masturbate both the hume and himself.

The sounds of slurps, moans and heavy breath filled the hut, and the temperature seemed to arise. Both males were getting more and more excited, with their ministrations becoming more enthusiastic by the minute. The hume already created a big spot on the bed with his pre, but the garif was much more abundant. Trenn was in heaven, fulfilling a desire he carried through a long time.

"Can I lick you?" Kayamu whispered between his growls, noticing the hume would not resist much longer.

"I'm grateful, but..." Trenn interrupted his licking on the foot to talk. "I'd like to try your feet in my cock."

Kayamu seemed a bit confused for a moment, before nodding, and sitting on the bed. He rested his back on the wall, flexed his legs, and offered his feet to the needy hume. Trenn rested his cock on the harsh soles, feeling them stimulating his member.

"Damn, that's good..."

The garif tried to curl his toes around the tip, and move his feet the best he could, with all care. Sometimes, Trenn helped with his hand to keep everything in position. They formed another mess of pre between them.

Kayamu was also moaning, liking the sensation of warm wetness coming from his feet, and the clear pleasure his mate was experiencing. He pressed one foot against the other, making a tight hole that Trenn started to hump. His face was red, and his eyes closed, feeling the climax building inside him.

"Getting... close..."

As final incentive, Kayamu stroked the sensitive head coming from the gap, using his agile finger to rub the soaked head. The young man cried, snarling like the garif used to do, cumming in absolute bliss.

He continued humping the soles as his cock shot his spunk all over the other's thighs and shins. The feet were just as messy.

The afterglow was wonderful, and Trenn found a hard time to keep his head in place.

"Ah... wow..."

Kayamu only chuckled, petting the hume's cock like it was a delicate bird.

"I... ah! Let me go. I still have... work to do."

"What do yo--" *Roar!!*

He couldn't finish his question, because the hume almost fell over his cock, putting it inside his mouth very deeply, until the tip reached his throat. His hands stroked firmly what was left outside and the mammoth knot just at the edge of the opening. Even with all his willpower, Kayamu couldn't avoid the small thrusts and the guttural manifestations of his physical joy.

Trenn knew his actions should be quick, for the poor guy wouldn't resist much more. He sucked, bit and tongued everything on his reach, feeling the tip spasm deep inside him. When it flared too much, sealing the air inside his lungs, he change the maneuvers, pulling it back, and tonguing ripping the urethra hole. Both his hands worked so fast he was really glad Kayamu had all that lubricant; else his cock would be burned by friction.

The glans was like a red flower in front of him, and the knot on his hand started the contractions he knew very well. He only helped, making the same moves he did the first time; but now Kayamu was fully awake, and felt the wave covering all his conscience when all his being seemed concentrated in a very specific area of him anatomy.

The squeezing induced another orgasm, even bigger than the first one. A new explosion of cum erupted right at Trenn's face, forcing him to retreat at risk of drowning. With his eyes closed, he used his hand to continue the stimulation of the knot and tip, while the garif roared, contorting himself like someone covered in flames. Everything was too intense for him to deal, and the hume was right. A right touch on the knot could make a male garif go completely crazy, and he knew exactly how to do it.

The cum finally reduced to a small drip, but the orgasmic contraction continued, induced by the squeeze on the knot. Trenn cleaned his face so he could open his eyes again, and looked at Kayamu, still growling and writhing, seeming completely defeated by his own penis. What would happen if he did that with the knot exposed?

Controlling a beast like a strong and wild garif could give an intoxicating sensation of power. Giving intense pleasure to a loved one could do the same. So it was really hard for him to give up the ministrations, and end that moment... but he had mercy, and probably should end this.

When his hand loosened his grip, a clawed hand darted to keep it in place, adding its own grip. Surprised, Trenn looked at Kayamu, who was staring at him, his eyes shining behind the mask holes like the stars beyond the window, despite the convulsions of his body. It was the first time they had such intense eye contact during the sex, because the garif usually looked away, or faced upwards during his climax.

Both hands kept pumping the knot, making the orgasm continue for minutes. The little droplets of cum became bigger again, when a final quiver rocked through the furry body.

He roared again, lost in his pleasure, covering their hands in the result of his body's last energy. Completely spent, he fell to his side on the bed, hissing at the smallest contact in his extremely over sensitive member.

The hume approached his mate, embracing the other, with the feel of his agitated heart against his skin. Kayamu folded his arms against him, and they tangled their legs, becoming one body, covered in tanned skin and reddish hair. They lied uncovered, using only the heat coming from each other.

The sun found them still in the same position, both deeply asleep. The young man had a small smile curving his lips. What was under the other's mask would be an eternal secret.