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The weather was getting colder little by little. The wind now came blowing from east, and the rain stopped for a few weeks. Despite the sunny days, the night was pretty chilling, and Trenn couldn't dissemble perfectly how inappropriate were his clothes to this new season.

When Kayamu traveled again to gather supplies, he returned with different fabrics and pelts to make him new clothes. He mentioned all the clothes from the village were made with garif's measures, so they should make ones for a hume body. Trenn hugged him like a child, and the garif seemed pretty confused. It was the first gift the young man received in a long time.

They worked together on the clothes. Trenn learned how to sew and work not only with fabric, but also with leather and peltry; despite his inexperience, by the end he could make at least a decent piece. Kayamu was painstaking, with a slow and meticulous work. He also made a few decorations here and there, after asking the hume about his opinion, and he loved it. Having something embroidered by his hands was special. While the vesture was not completely done, Trenn used what he could from the garif's pieces, loosely pendant from his frame, but with the soft scent he loved pretty much.

• ~ * ~ -

One day, Trenn was gathering wood for the next days when noticed Kayamu walking to the front side of the huts, attentive to something far from them. Soon, he started hearing strange noises, as if the garif were talking during his sleep, something that only vaguely remembered words. But the strangest was that he heard a response from someone else.

The hume approached slowly, completely oblivious of the wood. He tried to walk as discreetly as possible, avoiding any twigs, leaves or stones that could crack under his boots. He made his way around the huts through the other side, and tried to peek from behind the small entrance.

Kayamu was indeed with someone else. Two garif were standing in front of him: an adult and a child. Well, he could call the little garif a child, couldn't he?

The first one was just as tall as Kayamu, with his furry body in a much darker color, shining as a deep brown under the sunlight, and the bare skin nearly as tanned as a Viera's. But even if the body was pretty toned... something was different between the two. The stranger had slightly narrower shoulders and longer legs, and his mask sported a pretty different sort of decoration and marks, seeming also a bit smaller. As the weather was not still as cold as it would be during the night, the stranger's chest was nude, with only many beaded necklaces. Trenn could see that the pecs seemed slightly more rounded than Kayamu's.

If he was not wrong, that garif was female. A strong and muscular female, by the way.

The little one was a hard guess. He or she was just a bit taller than the adults' waists, with a pretty smaller version of their masks, with short antlers and completely white adornments, but the set still seemed pretty heavy for a child. Not that it seemed a problem at all. Trenn noticed the little one was not arched yet, keeping the back pretty straight, with only the first hint of muscles outlining the thin body, covered in a color just a bit lighter than the other, looking around in mild curiosity. The pointy ears seemed a bit big in the delicate silhouette.

Soon it was clear the sounds he heard were their talking. Being completely used to Kayamu's accent by now, Trenn ignored completely the garif could speak pretty different with his fellows. Their language was a strange and exotic mix. Some words were perfectly understandable despite the rich accent, while others seemed only vaguely like something he heard before, but the major part was completely unintelligible, with a wide variety of sounds ranging from hisses, gutturals and caws. It could sound rude at first, but Trenn heard enough about languages to recognize it was very sophisticated.

He noticed they brought a few objects and sacks of baggage, making clear they were travelling, and by Kayamu's reaction, they were all very familiar. The female pointed at something at the first hut entrance, and Kayamu proceeded by explaining about whatever it was. Trenn stretched his neck, and noticed the questioned object was the craftwork he offered with his secret many days before.

Soon, the pieces got together, and he understood almost the whole situation. The little one's fur, while very dark, was also slightly reddish. Feeling insecure, Trenn abandones his observation post and approached the trio, mainly because he wanted to prove his theory, but also because he didn't want to play the coward hiding behind the house. Well, probably he couldn't avoid being spotted by his scent anyway, considering the accurate sense of smell the garif had.

The two stopped the talk when he approached, looking at him from behind the masks. The little one stared at him, too, but only with curiosity. Trenn was the only one feeling some kind of fear.

"This is the mother of my daughter." Kayamu said, getting a step back to give the two some space.

"Hatani." The female said, curving her neck a little, making the whole mask move. Her voice was deep and a bit hoarse, yet feminine enough to be noticed. It took him some time to understand she was saying her name. Kayamu didn't mention it, nor his own name, probably to leave them to present themselves, maybe as part of garif's culture.

"Trenn Yohansa." The hume replied, making a discrete bow.

"Kaytani." Said the little female, bowing with a bit more of enthusiasm than her mother. Trenn smiled not only for the youngling attitude, but also for discovering that garif, just like some humes, had the tradition to name their children with something resembling the name of their parents. Among so many cultural, physical and philosophical differences, this common trait seemed precious.

"I'm enchanted to meet you." He bowed again, before hesitating. Did she know enough about hume language to understand him? Kaytani looked quickly at her mother, that said something short in their language, probably to reassure her daughter of Trenn's good intentions. That seemed enough for the presentations.

"Kayamu was talking about you. I'm glad he's not that much alone anymore." Hatani said, with an accent even stronger than the other had. She was distant and polite, just like Kayamu when he first met him, but seemed sincere in her words. They were very alike in behavior, and that was probably what brought the two together in first place. Close to them, Trenn was kind of flamboyant, and he felt uneasy.

"I'm glad to be with him. He saved my life, and I'll always be in debt for it." The hume said.

"Life is not a matter of debt. It's a choice. We just try to make the best one." Kayamu replied, discarding his sense of obligation. "I'm glad you're here, too."

This sentence was a surprise to the three hearing it. Trenn didn't expect such a demonstration of affection in front of his former family.

"I suppose he is your new mate." Hatani mentioned, in neutral voice.

"Indeed."

"Again, I'm glad. But wouldn't you want another child? A son?"

"That's what I've wanted through many years, but time changes, and so does the desire. I'm glad with what I have. Probably having a son is not part of my path."

"I don't want to... be an obstacle to any of your dreams." Trenn said, his voice barely a whisper.

"You're not, I believe." Hatani answered before Kayamu could say a thing. "Kayamu wanted a son so he could pass his knowledge and protect him, until he got strong enough to share the activities, hunts and rituals. Someone to talk to and live with, younger, and not the elders he was used to. I believe you fulfill most of these, and also more."

Trenn stood there, confused. "But... I'm not like... bonded to him by blood. Having a child, like Kaytani, is having someone who is a part of you."

"There are things about us you don't understand yet, and that's not wrong. Kayamu will teach you while the time comes." Hatani said in a calm, yet slightly amused voice. "You have your own culture, and probably Kayamu will like to know about it, because he's naturally curious, even when silent."

Trenn looked at the other by instinct, but could read nothing under the mask, as usual. It was hard to imagine him being enthusiastic about learning anything... especially something that he could talk about hume culture.

"What you said about blood is true. The life flows inside every being like water, the same way it grows, burns and flutters like the other elements, and the blood is one of their symbolic marks. But not the only one. When we labor, cultivate, hunt, fight or travel together, or when we treat the others in need, we share the sweat of our common work, and that's a bond, too. It's life becoming activity, and something we share."

"Well, we did that, but..."

"You shared another flow by now. Life flowing on its first form." Hatani concluded.

Trenn would ask her what she meant, when it finally hit him like an airship. His face burned red, and he felt his body so hot he was sure the others could feel it like a fireplace. But all the others seemed perfectly relaxed, including Kaytani, so he was the only one acting like an immature child. That made things a bit worse.

It was clear from the beginning; if he was Kayamu's mate, there was no mystery about what they had done together. Yet, it was very embarrassing how everyone could talk that freely about their actions...

It's part of my culture be this uneasy about sex and love, not theirs. I must remember that, and go with the flow... wait, I need a better metaphor now. There is enough things 'flowing'.

Kayamu's heavy arm embraced him by his shoulders, in a tender gesture of reassurance. Before he could notice, the young man was smiling.

"Are you... really happy with how things are going?"

"Yes. I am."

His arms embraced the other, while his face rested on the wide muscled chest.

"Me too."

• ~ * ~ -

Hatani and Kaytani were travelling to the same village Kayamu lived before, and that he used to visit to get their supplies. They were going to visit other members of Kaytani's family, and stopped by to pay a quick visit to Kayamu. Trenn insisted they should stay and rest at least for one night, because they still had a long trip. In fact, it was good for him to hear someone else talking, and with that he could know more about their culture in general, and about Kayamu's past in particular. The two accepted.

Quick, the hume noticed how the garif were pretty different while interacting with each other. The adults kept talking in hume language, so Trenn could understand them, an act of politeness he was very grateful for. Only the little Kaytani would talk mostly in their native tongue, and also her mother when talking only with her. But it was different how they approached and touched each other, perfectly familiar with the other's bodies, something not even a hume family would frequently do. Kaytani frequently hugged her parents waists, while the adults stroked her head; Hatani and Kayamu frequently touched their shoulders and arms when they started preparing a meal together.

Far from feeling jealous, Trenn was kind of amazed. He already knew Kayamu wanted to be with him, and no one else, and Hatani didn't make a move in any attempt of rapprochement. They were just being themselves, perfectly at easy in the same hut. That was even more clear when the female did that with him. She guided him by the arm to help her with the wood (the wood he forgot completely before) instead of just calling him.

All that made him rethink everything he noticed during the first days, just after Kayamu rescued him. He thought the other was really cold and distant, short in words and lacking most expressions for emotions. It was a wrong judgment; without a visible face to express clearly some feelings, the garif just resorted to actions for different interactions, actions that would probably surprise or even scare the hume on those confusing and problematic days. And being alone through many years... well, that would make anyone more silent than usual. Kayamu was just protecting him, in order to make him feel safe by his side.

Those only made his love for him grow even stronger.

While the adults worked on the meal, Trenn was left with Kaytani. Considering their idiom disadvantage, they both used mimicry to better understand each other. Soon they decided to teach and learn how the things were named and laughed every time the other couldn't pronounce it. It was a simple game, but Trenn was happy with it, because he wasn't very good with kids after all.

The night found the four around the fire, already with their winter clothes, sharing a meal like a family.

• ~ * ~ -

"Kayamu one told me that the female villages have singers." Trenn said. It was already late night, and everyone was silent after many minutes. At first, the hume thought Kaytani was sleeping, but her mask turned to face him while he talked. Her body was lazily resting against her mother's torso.

"It's true." Hatani answered.

"Can you sing, too?"

"Not very well."

"Would you like to?"

She looked at Kayamu, as if waiting for an opinion.

"You sing well. I can help you with music, if you want." He said, getting up to catch his thera inside the hut. He returned with it, sitting with the instrument in front of his crossed legs. The drumming started calmly, barely stronger than the wind blowing, but soon found an harmonic rhythm. Hatani waited for a specific moment to start her part.

Like the garif explained a long time ago, they didn't sing, but tell stories with the music. Trenn soon discovered it was pretty much like declaim a poem, with a more musical instance. Because she was singing in their native tongue, most of its meaning was lost for him, but he could still appreciate the perfect cadence, the rhyme, the rich sounds coming from the female's deep voice.

When the song became more agitated, so did her words. It was amusing seeing how agile Kayamu was with his hands, his clawed fingers like a blur in frantic beat. Kaytani joined them making a snapping sound from behind the mask, and Trenn, without knowing anything better to do, clapped his hands.

The chant lasted much more than usual songs for humes, but it was telling a complete story, after all. The intense rhythm started to slow, and the words faded into a dreamy tone, until they finally ended in a long note.

"That's beautiful..." Trenn was still a bit contemplative. Hatani chuckled.

"It's a story about a young one who becomes a warrior and goes to his first battle."

"And does he win?"

"He doesn't. But he survives, and discovers his rightful place after the battle."

"And... what is it?"

"He becomes a storyteller."

That didn't seem very brave to Trenn, but he could see the point.

"Well, finding his place is some kind of victory, sometimes one hard to achieve."

"It's a way of understand it." Hatani added, and somehow Trenn felt a little stupid. But before he could get really worried, she talked again. "And you, do you sing anything from your people?"

"Er..." Trenn was unsure about how to answer. It was true that he was not a good singer, but Hatani said the same, and still did her part, pretty well. Most of the music he knew was from the time he lived with the pirates and almost every song from the crew (in fact, from almost every crew working aboard airships) had some kind of bad joke or obscenity. "I don't know much about music."

"But you can dance." Kayamu said, looking at him. "Would you like to try?"

"Would you like to watch me dance?" The hume teased, jokingly.

"Certainly would."

Trenn got up from his place close to the fire, and kissed Kayamu's neck before taking a place with more room for his moves. He took off the thick coat, because it constrained his moves, feeling the cold air hitting the uncovered part of his arms. It gave him more energy to start moving, to keep the heat inside his body.

Kayamu soon started to play a quick and vibrant song, so his mate could warm himself, and it was easy for the hume to follow the beat and surrender to it. It was good to dance again, and he felt alive. Soon his blood was pulsing with new vivacity, and he understood how the garif could say the life flows like the water inside oneself.

The songs succeeded through the next hour, changing little by little, and so did the moves and the stars in the black and deep sky. Hatani seemed entertained, laughing a little and clapping with the beat, while Kaytani seemed amazed. Among her people, it was strange to move in such intense... happiness. Her feet hit the ground marking the rhythm, but she was not brave enough to dance too.

When he couldn't take it any longer, Trenn diminished his moves, and Kayamu accompanied him in gentle harmony. The two stopped at the same time, like they had rehearsed this scene many times before.

"That's really good!" Hatani said.

"Sjonrah'I!" Kaytani exclaimed.

"She has the same opinion." Her mother explained.

"Thanks." Trenn said, grabbing his coat once more. He even had a bit of sweat on his forehead, but soon his body would feel the weather again. Properly dressed, he sat in front of Kayamu, who placed the thera by his side and spread his legs to accommodate the hume, Trenn's back against the garif's belly and chest. A protective arm rested around his form, and the hume started stroking slightly the thigh by his side.

He could easily notice a little volume against the base of his back, and that was a good sign.

• ~ * ~ -

They still talked for a few minutes, before deciding implicitly it was time to get some rest. The two visitors guaranteed they had enough to sleep well inside the second hut, and wished them a good night. Kayamu extinguished the fire, and entered the hut with Trenn by his side.

They removed part of their clothes, and Trenn approached the garif, kissing his neck more passionately than he did by the fire.

"I know you want some. And I don't need to smell it." He said, feeling the fur brushing his face. The ear next to his lips twitched.

"How can you tell it?"

"So, you're not denying..."

"I'm not."

"Well, it's the way you stroked my arm, like you wanted to go anywhere else... the way your eyes were shinning behind the mask when I was dancing... this pack protruding from the winter pants... _oh!_And the way you're groping my ass right now."

"You're very attractive, and also beautiful when you dance. I like how your body moves...hunf!"

Both males were already touching and stroking each other, and their erections were fighting against the thick layer of clothes. Sometimes Trenn would like to kiss Kayamu passionately on the lips... but nothing was absolutely perfect. So he proceeded to undress his mate, while licking and nuzzling his chest. The garif, by his side, did the same with the troublesome pants of his hume, getting better access to the tender cheeks of his butt.

"You... really like my ass, don't you?" Trenn huffed between the licks.

"Indeed." Kayamu answered with his most characteristic word. It was clear that, despite their awesome sex skills, the garif knew nothing about dirty talk.

But that was part of the fun. Somehow, he looked a bit naïve and submissive like that, leaving the other to explore his delicious body.

"That's good to hear. I was having ideas for today, anyway..." Trenn finally undid the strings of the other's pants, that fell on the ground with a rustling sound. His thong, used as underwear, was a bit humid and stretched where his erection started. It soon got to his ankles.

The garif finally did the same with him, and they were both there, standing naked in front of each other. The hume couldn't control his erection, so his rock hard uncut cock pressed against the warm skin of his mate. Kayamu's red tip brushed both their bellies, leaving a wet mark and a sticky connection between them.

"What are your plans?"

"Let's get to the bed..." Trenn said, pulling the furry arm of the other. There, he made Kayamu lie down on his back, and adjusted himself in 69 position over him.

"Feel free to grab my ass and lick everything you want... I want to play a little too. Next step comes later." Trenn said, already stroking the red and wet member inside it's sheath. "Try to keep your cock inside there the best you can. I just want you very wet."

Kayamu just nodded, before reaching the base of his mask. Trenn turned away, the eternal promise that he would never peek the other's secret. He faced the delicious balls, sheath and cock instead. He started licking the furry sack, basking on the intense musk, while his hands caressed the muscled legs and the sensitive area between them and the ass.

The garif eagerly reached the hume cock in front of him with his long tongue, using it's harsh surface to tease the whole member, stopping once in a while to taste the salty pre at the tip. His hands squeezed the round buttocks, vigorously massaging them and the legs. The heat increased inside the room.

Trenn moaned, covering the balls with his saliva, before going up, starting to tease the sheath with his tongue, and the member within it. Just to start the game, he half-kissed-half-nipped the growing knot inside the furry prison, and observed the whole cock pulse, the wave of pre making all the way from the lump, passing through the protruding way to the tip, where the glans flared and the hole opened a little, delivering the mess all over the others belly.

Kayamu used his own lubricant to cover his fingers, a maneuver that worked more than once before. He started to poke the pinkish entrance, making it contract around the very tip of his finger. His claw teased very cautiously the delicate skin, before his finger forced entrance... one inch... always moving, fooling around... two inches... making the other squirm in pleasure... until the end.

"Yes... that's...ah... a good idea."

It was hard to keep focus, but the man returned to his duties, stimulating the cock in front of him. With his hands, he adjusted the cock tip to his mouth, and enveloped it with his lips in a fluid motion. The sudden sensation caused an intense reaction on the other, and the hume noticed his tense abdomen, every muscle clearly outlined. The tongue was still exploring his cock, and he could feel the hot and heavy breath hit him, passing through the displaced mask.

Both males used their mouths and tongues to bring pleasure to the other, but while Kayamu also teased the hume's rear, Trenn had his hand caressing the growing knot. For a moment, it seemed do the man something very sharp gingerly brushed his cock, and he couldn't guess if it was a fang from the other's mouth, the tip of a beak, or merely the edge of his mask. He was a bit curious, but would never betray his mate. Soon, the intense pleasure washed his doubts, especially when Kayamu inserted his second finger inside his ass, stretching him in a pleasurable way.

His ministrations were getting good results too. The garif was starting to growl, fighting against his urge to thrust. The knot was at full size, pulsing like a second heart, and the flared glans was filling nearly his whole mouth, spurting pre furiously and covering his taste buds with the salty cream he loved.

I need to stop... but it's so good!

Kayamu discovered he could play with the folded skin around the tip of his cock, and started licking it with great intensity, stopping only when the hume lapped furiously against his turgid tip, releasing a tense snarl. The game was growing too quick, and they needed to change the rules before it was too late, or Trenn's plan would not work.

He stopped the blowjob to talk. "Kayamu... stop it... or I'm gonna blow too quick."

The garif said as he was told, giving a last lick, and removing his fingers. "Don't you want me to finish?"

"That's not how I want it to end." Trenn replied. "Adjust your mask, so I can face you again."

The other obeyed, and after a few seconds, Trenn turned to face him again. With one hand, he kept stroking the red pole, feeling it jump between his fingers.

"I needed to stop sucking you. I want you very wet... and I believe your fluids are better than my saliva."

"Why doing this?"

"I just need to boost the production."

"What do y-grrrAAHR!" Kayamu writhed unwittingly, kicking with one leg when Trenn started masturbating him with sudden strength and speed, tightening his hand around his most sensitive area. The hume hand was only a blur in furious movement, rubbing and rotating with a firm assault.

Soon the member started to shoot more and more pre, that he caught with his fingers and used to lubricate the growing length. The intense touch was driving the other wild very quickly.

"Ha... I... can't... keep it... inside... like this! Grrh!" the mask grumbled, while a desperate hand reached his thigh searching for some kind of support.

"It's okay. Just hold a little longer. It's important." Trenn said, still pumping the red pole, covering it with a thicker layer of precome. The cock was escaping the sheath little by little, and the garif was clearly in a terrible struggle.

"I'm not... hah... going to... hold much... longer!"

"Well, don't blow this soon. I think that's enough." Trenn said, stopping his feverish hand, but still teasing the tip hole with his finger, achieving one last strong spasm of the huge flare.

"What's... your idea?" Kayamu was trying to keep his voice under control.

"Something I've been wanting for a long time, and I think that's the right moment. We're close, more than ever." Trenn smiled, his face shinning both with kind love and devilish lust. He adjusted his body over the other, and used his wet fingers to lubricate his own hole, before aligning it to the red tip under him.

"Wait! That can...! Hurt you! You're not... prepared for this." Kayamu protested, but Trenn was irresolvable.

"I've been... training. And you helped me. I just want it. I want you inside me tonight. Maybe not all the nights, not forever... but at least this time."

"But I could hurt you."

"So, help me. I know you want to protect me, and that's why I won't try the knot." Trenn started to let his own weight do its part, descending very slowly on the hard cock under him. The tip pressed against his pucker, creating a strong pressure. The difference in size was evident.

Kayamu tensed again, lost between his lust and his worries. "I can't promise you that. I've told already I can't control all my instincts, and you keep pushing me to my limits."

"Let's do this slowly..." Trenn said, squeezing the huge flare to help it fit his hole. The clamping sent an electric wave through the garif, who squirmed once more, and shot hot pre right into his ass.

"If you... wanted it slowly... you should have tried the penetration... when my member was not that stimulated. Now... I can't avert it."

Of course that made all sense. Trenn was just so focused on getting enough lubricant that he forgot about how big the flare would be when the garif reached that much excitement - and, just equally important, how sensitive it became. Now, only forcing it in was really a torture to his mate.

"I'm sorry, I'll do it better the next time."

"Don't worry. We still can make... a great night."

"You won't be mad at me, will you?" Trenn asked, sheepishly.

"Not at all."

"Thanks."

And with that, Trenn nearly shoved the cock inside his asshole.

It still took him a second to squeeze the flared tip, and make it slide through the entrance. To alleviate his conscience, considering the terrible thing he just did to his mate, he had his own portion of deep and desperate pain, when his anus stretched to let pass that mammoth intruder.

Kayamu roared like a beast, with such force the mask trembled over his face. He destroyed part of the bed sheath with his claws and kicked the wall with a terrible 'THUD!'. But his motivation was not only the pain. Feeling the tight warmness surround his delicate tip sent him to the sky, and his member erupted in another wave of fluids.

Trenn felt that immense tip spasm inside him, and then the hot feeling that followed, something wonderful enough to reduce his pain.

"That's amazing!"

"You're crazy!"

"You said you would not be mad at me." Trenn adjusted his weight. Now that the worst was over, the slick cock was not that intimidating.

Kayamu grumbled something, but couldn't make a good answer. Now that the pain was disappearing, the pleasure was growing inside him, dispersing his thoughts again. "I'm... still close. It's hard to not thrust."

"That's why I'm on top of you, so you won't hump me like an animal." Trenn bit his lip, amazed by the feeling of Kayamu inside him. He got down, making more of the member enter him, and he moaned, while the other hissed.

Soon, the tip pressed hard against his prostate, and he discovered, delighted, a sensation he never experienced before. "I've done this with men more than once. But you're just perfect." The hume rested his hands on the sweaty chest in front of him, contracting his ass against the pole inside him.

With every pulse, Kayamu reacted with a an animalistic sound and a jump of his loins. Finally, Trenn reached the end of the exposed part of the member, resting his buttocks over the sheath and the knot trapped inside. They made all the way back, until only the tip continued inside... and repeated.

The hume got used to the feeling, growing more secure with the moves and his limits. The constant massage of his prostate encouraged him, and soon he was dribbling on the belly in front of him. But Kayamu was losing his fight. His hips started to move upwards to encounter the round ass, at first just a little, but soon with more intensity.

"I... can't help it..." he muttered.

"Let it happen! Free your body!" Trenn told him, bouncing on his lap, pretending to ignore any discomfort he still had. The constant lubrication was surely a great help. "C'mon! Fuck me!"

That last incentive seemed to work, because the garif started to hump him with doubled vigor. The member inside him seemed an animal among his guts, and that was terrifying, but also intense and pleasurable.

"Fuck me! Mate with me! I'm yours!"

The wild stimulation was making the hume approach his edges too. The hips had enough strength to sustain all his weight, the knot slapping at his buttock with a wet sound.

The knot. If he couldn't take it, at least he should pay attention to it. With a bumbling hand, he reached for the enlarged base - something hard, considering the intense motions his body was undergoing - and just grabbed it, knowing the ups and downs would do the rest.

Kayamu cried, arching his back, and reaching his waist with his hands to keep him in place when he went berserk. The claws left red marks over the skin, but Trenn would not stop the moment. Feeling he was really close, he huffed to the other.

"Fuck me! I want you inside me! Faster! Faster! Fuck-" he stopped, finally feeling his body contract to his ultimate release. "Fuuuuuck!!"

The hume came, lost in absolute bliss, his cum hitting the mask in front of him, the penis jolting again and again.

His ass contracted in orgasmic spasms, torturing the cock inside his ass. He also unwittingly tightened his hands, squeezing the little bomb he had between his fingers. Under this cruel stimulation, the garif took a deep breath, shutting his eyes, and prepared to explode.

The orgasm was like a geyser, hot and immense inside Trenn, and the hume clenched his teeth, using the body in front of him for support. He knew the other would not stop until the orgasm subsided, and waited, feeling wave after wave filling him from inside. Only a small part escaped, while the rest was kept inside him because the flare blocked the passage.

When it finally reduced to rare contractions, the hume finally let go of the knot. "It was worth it, wasn't it?" Kayamu just sighed. "Should I try to get out now, or is it better if we rest a little like this?"

Still unable to talk, Kayamu just grabbed him, rolling to the side, so he could take off his cock from Trenn. They both moaned and gritted their teeth when the tip finally popped out, and all the cum finally escaped from where it was trapped.

It was very hard for them to keep the bed clean.

The two of them spooned until they fell asleep, cuddling and trying to match their breath in a new calming rhythm.

• ~* ~ -

It seemed like only a few minutes passed before the bed moved again behind Trenn. Kayamu was awake and getting up, a bit confused, but rather alert. The hume was much more sleepy, but he noticed something was wrong. The window was not yet showing the first rays of sun.

With a bed sheet, Kayamu tried to clean himself and put his pants, before going outside. Trenn tried to follow him as fast as he could, but he stumbled across the hut before he could actually put his pants on.

When he finally arrived at the door, he saw Kayamu wandering at the front yard, while Hatani and Kaytani looked from the entrance of the next hut. The garif reached for something between the trees, among the shadows.

No, it was someone.

Kayamu returned with another garif by his side. They were talking very quickly, and the stranger seemed very worried. Terrified.

"What's happening?" The hume asked, approaching the two. The females did the same, running to their side.

The stranger finally took notice of the others. He was relatively short, and Trenn couldn't guess his real color in the dark. He continued talking in his native language, and all the others seemed more and more worried.

"What is he saying?" Trenn asked again, impatient.

"There are creatures attacking the village of Tehena. Wus, vipers, undead. Messengers were sent to gather reinforcements on the other villages, like Yadhara and Jahara." Hatani explained.

"This is where your brother lives..." Trenn muttered to Kayamu.

"I'm going."

"I'm going, too." Trenn exclaimed.

"We're all going." Hatani concluded.

"You all stay here. Take care of Kaytani."

"Please, take my daughter to Yadhara. I'm going to help in the fight." Hatani talked to the stranger. He seemed confused, so she tried again, speaking in their native tongue.

"You two shouldn't do this." Kayamu tried again.

"We can help. I noticed you don't even have a good blade with you. And I can use my magick." Trenn argued.

"But..."

"Enough! We're going. For now on, I'm going with you, to the end."

The garif still hesitated, before nodding.