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Saroj carefully poled the raft up the sluggish river. It was already winter, and he was less than a day from his den. It has been a good haul. In the spring he had made his way downstream – using the strong currents to ease his way. Stopping at settlements to sell his furs and carvings. And then with the things he purchased he continued down the river to trade again. Over the years he had become an important facet of the growing societies – like the passage of the seasons in that he would appear and move goods between the towns up and down the river.

All through Spring, Summer and Autumn he traded, bartered, and cajoled items until now he was on his way home. Strapped to the bed of the raft was dried meats, spices, tools, honey in their wax sealed jars, bottles of spirits, dried nuts and fruits – all the things to keep him comfortable through the winter and the Withering season... Everything that is - except a mate.

Even from a young age his father and mother had said that he had “Itchy Feet", Wanderlust, and Travelers Curiosity. He loved seeing new places, meeting other humans and Ragoru, and learning. However, this constant need to travel also meant that finding a Triad who would accept him, or forming a Triad to gain a mate was near impossible.

Thus each Withering he kept to his cabin – comforted by drink and solitary release. It was not to be said that he never mated. Many women invited him to stay for a night... or several… and found him a careful and attentive lover. But none of those were willing to leave the warmth of their villages and travel with him, so he continued his journey seeking, trading, and experiencing.

As he had grown into a tall strong male – it was apparent that he was an Alpha, which added additional issues when meeting other Ragoru... But his openness and good nature put other males at ease that he was not planning to steal their mates or disrupt their Triads.

And so he had become a loved and welcomed male all up and down the river.

With his four arms it gave him the ability of handling two poles at once. A trick that had served him well after seeing human use their own rafts with only one pole, and it gave him a maneuverability unmatched by other the polers. He could easily spin his raft on its axis and navigate the spring rapids with ease, and no one dared to challenge him in any form of race.

The sun was already past its highest when he spotted something on the bank amidst the snow. A patch of bright green and blue. Curious he poled closer and saw that it was a human figure – half in the freezing water. From the patterns in the snow, it seemed as if the human had slipped from the path above and tumbled down into the water.

Poling his way to the shore Saroj anchored the raft by pushing a pole through the raft into the deep soft mud, then jumped lightly onto the bank next to the prone figure. After checking that the human seemed uninjured, he pulled them fully onto the bank and was able to get a good look at the young man. A pale face with blue lips greeted him framed within a nest of blond hair. Checking his eyes Saroj saw they were brilliant blue. But importantly he still breathed!!!

Stripping off the wet clothing Saroj jumped back onto the raft and pulled out some thick furs to bundle the man into, returning to grab the man's clothing and belongings – a simple and light pack. “What the Hell was he doing out here so unprepared" Saroj wondered and checked the man again. Gripping the two poles he started a swift pace through the hidden rocks and currents in haste to get to his den.

Within an hour a familiar bank appeared with a hut embedded into it. Its windows dark, cold, and lonely – however it was home for the next 4 months until spring came. Pulling the raft up out of the river Saroj quickly check the traps and trip wires to ensure that there were no Huntsmen waiting to ambush him and opened the door – inhaling the musty air. All seems as it should including the wood and kindling stacked in the fireplace. A few strikes of the flint brought sparks to leaves, and thus to sticks – giving a cheery light to the larger room.

Returning to the raft Saroj picked up the fur covered bundle and carried him inside and laid him next to the fire, now adding a pot with water to warm. With nothing more he could do for the man he continued to unload the raft – bring the boxes and jars inside and finally securing the raft for winter. Inside the water had begun to steam, to which Saroj added dried meat and vegetables for soup.

Turning to the young man Saroj pulled back the furs to check him further. Young, slender, but with public fur of mature male. There were several scars on him as well as what seemed to be a brand on one of his buttocks – recently healed. Saroj listened to his chest noting that the breathing was easy and without the gargle that indicated inhaled water or the sickness of water on the lungs. Taking a bottle of spirits from above the fireplace Saroj poured some between the lips and got a cough and moan from the man – atleast he will live... for now...

Taron struggled to wakefulness. He remembered the path, slipping, falling, freezing and struggling.. and now warmth. He breathed in through his nose noting the musk, and slightly stale air. A crackle to one side indicated a fire. Drowsily he felt himself being lifted and propped up and a bowl of.. soup – warm and flavorsome was pressed against his lips. Pulling his eyes open he first saw a large muzzle with fearsome teeth and then 4 brilliant green eyes above them peering down at him. A.. Ragoru.. a big one at that. He had seen them in several villages but never interacted much with them. His parents views did not really allow it, as well as Other things. He tried to speak but the large male shushed him gently “I am Saroj. You are safe in my den. I found you in the river. Rest now." – and sleep took him again.

Curiosity was one of Saroj's traits and it was not long before he investigated the young man's pack – pulling everything out to dry as well as to hide any weapon he found. Fortunately there were none. A change of clothes, packs of herbs and plants, a notebook with charcoal. Settling himself by the fire, he opened the pages. Pictures of plants and their descriptions – the drawings were expertly done – almost leaping from the pages to greet him. Notes about their uses and preparation. Sketches of villagers – some he recognized, and places showing the young man was a talented artist with an interest in healing herbs. Towards the back of the notebook was a locked section needing a key. A deft flip of a claw opened it to show pictures of men.. naked men, with arousals, being close as some Ragoru males were in times of need. The last few pages had been torn out and not in a careful manner. This puzzled Saroj due to the care of all the other drawings. But he respected the young man's privacy and closed the lock again. A soft moan drew his attention back to the hearth.

Taron struggled awake again and looked up. The Ragoru was sitting next to the fire with.. His Notebook!! Fortunately, it looked like the lock was still on hiding Taron's greatest shame and the reason for his expulsion. He had been careless – leaving his notepad unlocked where his sister had found it. His parents' outrage that they had a son with no interest in women and who would not breed. The rituals, the trial, the painful branding, and finally his escape before he would have been cleansed by fire. An outcast and if anyone saw his brand – a dead one at that. The Ragoru looked at him and smiled “Are these yours" he asked – his ears perking in interest and a bright intelligence in his eyes. So different from the creatures he had been warned about. He nodded carefully. “They are beautiful, the details, and I recognize Samuels and Sarah from their sketches". Taron could not but blush at the praise – something he had missed for so long. His parents barely tolerated his 'scribblings' – instead demanding he undertake more manly duties. “I am sorry “the Ragoru, No - Saroj said “I have not asked for your name."

Taron was still a little shocked as so much of his world was crumbling down – what he had been told about these 'savage beasts' – yet here a huge male was smiling openly and with a gentleness that was totally unexpected. “T..Taron" he was finally able to mutter. Saroj nodded his broad muzzle at that “Taron. I am Saroj – it is good to put a name to you."

Over the next days Taron became stronger. His clothing was dry and several tears were expertly mended. Saroj was... so different. Friendly, interested in the world, he had said he was a trader – poling up and down the river during the warmer months and then returning to his den here. When he stood tall his ears just brushed the ceiling. He had explained he was still growing when he built… He BUILT this place. White fur with whisps of grey like clouds ran through his pelt and with eyes like emeralds. Unfortunately, Saroj did not wear clothing and thus his strange maleness was always on view. A thick sheath adorned his lower belly, and a large sack swung in the dense fur underneath. In addition, Saroj was a Snuggler!!!! In the evenings he would gently pull Taron into his lap in front of the fire and tell him about his journeys. Or listened to Taron's tales of his own settlement. Pressing back against that broad chest, taut belly, and the mysterious bulge with that sheath was a mild torment because Taron was becoming very fond of Saroj – but could never EVER express it in any way.

Taron had tentatively asked if Saroj lived alone – to which he confirmed Yes, because he could not find any mates who would travel with him nor for the distances he went. At least he was not an outcast like himself. Saroj had also asked why Taron was out on the path so late in the season and accepted that Taron was trying to get to a distant settlement before the snows.

For the first time since he could remember Saroj felt happy. Taron was gentle, inquisitive, never mocking the huge Ragoru for his strange lifestyle. He could talk on so many subjects – Taron had received an education and was very surprised that Saroj knew letters and numbers – although his numbers were for more practical things like his ledger and trade items.

Mothers Night came and Saroj presented a beautiful carving of a crouching Ragoru to Taron, to which Taron made Saroj sit for long periods before giving back a drawing of the tall Ragoru.

“Is.. Is this me" he had asked – eyes gleaming “Is this how you see me?" and upon confirmation Taron was enveloped in a big hug – a gently crying Ragoru nuzzling his cheek.

Then things seem to change. Saroj was becoming distant and taking longer outside than he normally did. His fur looked dull and haggard. But he was.. snappish. He apologized for it – explaining that this time of year was the Withering season, and that it was the time that males would rut.. He still cuddled Taron at night but sometimes Taron was woken by moans and whimpering...

Saroj became awake. His dreams were intense – the women that he had mated with flitting through his minds eyes. Taron was in his arms and there was no way to sneak outside and give himself relief. Worse – his cocks were fully out of his sheath. Part of him wanted to rub against Taron… take him like his sketches showed with other men. But would he be interested or would he be disgusted by Saroj's form and alienness. He had seen Taron's cock before – soft with its little sheath at the top and once it was engorged. Taron was hugely embarrassed at that and hid away. Nothing like Saroj twin shafts with the ruffled edges, and deep blue befitting an Alpha male. Taron stirred in his arms and looked up.. “Saroj" he questioned, but Saroj pulled away and hunched over himself – folding his tail around to hide his maleness and pulling his arms close to himself.

Taron looked at the Ragoru – his posture indicating absolute shame and despair. His tail tightly wrapped around his groin. “I am sorry.. I am sorry.. It's the season – nothing more.." he muttered “I would go outside and relieve myself but you were asleep."

Taron crept closer “It's alright Saroj. I am not disgusted or ashamed of you." – reaching out and taking Saroj's tail in his hand “Please – can I see?" he asked.

Saroj closed his eyes and let Taron pull his tail away – waiting for the gasp of disgust or other comment of disparagement, but he was shocked when one word was uttered “Beautiful…"

Saroj looked up to Taron's gaze “You.. you find me Beautiful" he asked – unable to believe that his human male would find him acceptable. Taron smiled and reached further – caressing his mating cock, rubbing his fingers through the pre that dribbled from its tip. Saroj gasped at the touch – his hips jerking with the stimulation – but then a warmth enveloped his cockhead, and he looked down to see Taron sucking on him. Soon Taron's other hand joined the first and stimulated his pleasure cock.

For Taron it was a dream come true. For so long he had had feelings for this powerful male, and now to be able to help him in his time of need. The cocks – he had two which were a deep blue. One thicker and dribbling fluid, and the other slenderer. How he mated with both he could not understand – but obviously they worked because of the women with little Rogs he saw in the village. He reached and gripped the larger of the two – it was firm, hard, and throbbing. The hot fluid running over his fingers. Remembering the stable hand who moaned and spilled when he was sucked gave Taron an idea and so he opened his lips and began. The moans and shudders told him that it was appreciated – even desired by the big male. Fluid – plentiful and sweet/tart flooded his mouth. Gripping the other cock, he played with that – both hands stroking what could not fit in his maw. Powerful muscles tensed and vibrated against his side and growls, whines, and other sounds were uttered by the huge fang filled muzzle. Then with a massive thrust Saroj lifted his hips up and came! Taron was overwhelmed by the quantity. It filled his maw, rushed down his throat, spurted from his nostrils. His gut swelled as it was pumped forcefully into him. He was dizzy, gasping for breath when he felt teeth… biting his shoulder and drawing blood.

Taron pulled back at that and huffed through his nose – only to be pulled into a hug. A broad tongue washed his face cleaning the fluids away, invading his mouth for a passionate kiss. Stunned Taron kissed back only to have the muzzle removed from his lips and moved down to his groin. His own cock – hard and needy stood tall – the foreskin pulled back exposing the sensitive glans with his own fluid seeping along the shaft. A wet tongue slurped over it and then warmth engulfed it. He felt teeth – but the massive fangs just cradled it gently whilst that agile tongue caressed and teased. It was only seconds before Taron breathlessly gasped and spurted his own seed – which was eagerly swallowed by the lustful Ragoru.

Taron felt he must had passed out from the sensations, but he came too cradled in Saroj arms. The Ragoru gently kissing and licking him. “I am sorry…" Saroj started “I did not mean to give you a mating bite – but my senses and instincts overcame me…"

“Mating Bite?" Taron murmured.

“Yes – when a Ragoru take his mate he gives a mating bite as part of the ritual.. I am sorry if I have overstepped."

Taron was stunned – Saroj wanted HIM as his Mate!!!! Never in his most furtive imaginings would he have believed this.

“Saroj.. “ he started “I must tell you why I was expelled from my village."

Saroj grinned gently “I know" he replied “I peeked at the hidden pages in your notebook."

“When?" Taron asked wide eyed.

“As you lay in front of the fire recovering. I looked through your notebook and the lock was easy to pry... Plus I saw the brand and have but now realized its significance."

“So you do not mind that I am a Slur"

Sajor's kiss stopped the vile word being uttered. “Never.. never.. my Heart - believe that of yourself. It is not unknown for Ragoru to take male mates. Even in Triads that cannot find a female share and help each other during the Withering seasons."

“And outside the season?"

“If there is the desire then Yes…"

Taron blushed shyly “And when your season has passed?"

“Anytime you want or desire me.. or I you.. But I overstep myself"

Saroj pulled back and stood tall. His cocks fully out and displayed – hard, brilliantly blue, and virile.

“Taron.. My Heart.. Will you accept me as your mate.. I present myself before you as your Alpha.. protector. “

Saroj stood – trembling.. knowing that the next words would make his hearts sing.. or his soul drop to the darkest depths.

Taron stood also, smiling shyly and embraces the huge male “I am yours.. for as long as you want or will have me.."

Saroj hugged him close and whispered in his ear “That will be Forever my love.. Forever."

Saroj lifted one of his own hands to his fangs and nicked the palm – bring forth a trickle of blood “I have tasted your blood – so taste mine and seal our Mating… Together.."

Smiling Taron licked the blood – savoring the salty fluid knowing that he was now bound with this handsome male. A dream he had never ever thought he could have in life.

The next days were.. interesting.. for Taron. Having a perpetually horny Ragoru Alpha around meant that were many many matings, and in so many inventive ways. Taron was fearful when Saroj offered to mount him – but the big male's gentleness and attentiveness had him gasping and moaning. At first Taron was made to kneel, and Saroj knelt behind and licked and washed Taron's puckered opening. Soon the human was moaning and pleading with desire so Saroj proceeded to push his tongue inside – showing Taron those secret male places. Saroj smiled at Taron's first screams of climax, and then his second, but the males patience was limited and he climbed over Taron and pressed his mating cock to the relaxed ring. It was tight.. So impossibly tight. Saroj shuddered and desperately tried not to thrust. Even the women he had known were not that tight.. But very soon he was fully in.

Leaning back on his haunches he pulled Taron to his chest and humped gently. Taron moaned and reached down to caress his own swollen cock – only to meet another – Saroj's secondary cock now rubbing against his. Gripping both he rubbed - getting a gasp from Saroj. Saroj had had women with both his cocks – but he never though that with a male he could experience This!!!! Snarling he trust harder and faster with Taron crying in extasy and keeping pace… now with both hands.

Then Saroj felt it – a deep instinctual warmth in his groin... his sack tensed against him and his mating cock started to swell at the base – knotting him to Taron – a true Alpha mating.

Taron already full of Saroj's cock felt it swell even more – putting pressure onto his prostrate, plus the secondary cock he was rubbing started to vibrate alongside his own. Overloaded with pleasure he screamed – his cock finding new seed to spray onto his belly, as Saroj howled to the ceiling and then pressed his fangs against Taron's shoulder. “MINE “ he growled deeply “MINE!!!!!"

The weeks passed and their love grew stronger. Taron learnt to cure the hides that Saroj brought back, and Sajor created intricate carvings with Taron's artistic advice. Both collected herbs to dry, made ointments from animal fats. Both also enjoyed cooking and Saroj complained that he was going to have to hunt more so not to get fat. But Taron reassured him that he will be kept lean in satisfying his mate.

An unspoken concern was coming with the winter thaw – what would happen when Saroj once again went down the river. But his concern was unfounded because Taron hugged him and stated that he wanted to come too.

So after preparing the den for when they would return – they departed.

Over the years people along the banks of the river had welcomed the tall Ragoru.. and now his new Mate. Taron brought stacks of paper and applied his skill at doing sketches for people, portraits, whole families. Together they bartered, smiled, and chatted with everyone. And when some of the women shyly smiled at Saroj, Taron gently pushed him to them telling him to enjoy what he himself could not give.

Only once.. did Taron's past surface. But when faced to a snarling Ragoru with hackles raised and tail straight – all opposition was quickly forgotten.

So.. if between the Spring and Autum you see a raft being poled by a tall male Ragoru, and a human sitting gazing in adoration at his mate – you will know who they are, and the story of their meeting.