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The blue eyes of the Subutai scout glanced up at the glint of metal on the edge of his vision. Small green leaves in front of his snout obscured most of his view. But between the breaks in the foliage he could make out an armored patrol of Shua picking their way through the forest.

This was the third such group to pass him by within the morning. What must be going on within the village over the river to warrant so much activity? When the two-legs had established their territory two years ago there had also been this much movement. Though that was a given considering how new the area was to them. Armored patrols and hunting parties had been littered across this side of the river, before the Subutai had made themselves known and established boundaries. But these were no hunting parties, or if they were, they did not hunt uhker herds.

One of Huvir's long, furry ears twitched as a Shua looked his way. The two-leg's eyes sifted through the brush that covered the Subutai scout snout to tail. Huv had spent the night hiding his light blue scales and the grey mane running down his spine with dirt and branches, so it was impossible that the Shua saw him. Nevertheless, the pair of grey irises lingered. The flat, bearded face underneath completely foreign and unreadable. Huv had not interacted with many two-legs. The last ones he saw were a group of wandering Zamin traders that had journeyed to his clique's tents when he was but a hatchling. He remembered those flat, hairy faces. They had towered over him, barely sending a glance his way as their strange tongues made noises he doubted he could replicate.

The Shua that had been scanning Huv's hiding spot made some equally strange noises to one of his companions and continued walking with his patrol. The scaled armor on his chest rattling as he turned away. The scout watched him as the group began to leave his vision. The deathly grey skin of his muscled arms bore no scars. He looked young, yet the pommel of the short sword at his belt had a grip faded with use. There was also a short red tassel at the pommel, which none of his fellows possessed. The equipment he shared with the other Shua was a small, rectangular shield with javelins strapped to the inside. His helmet was short and conical, with its strap hanging loose. The leather surrounding his legs had a separate flap with scaled armor stitched over it that covered his groin. He found himself wondering why the males covered those parts so thoroughly. Huv's tail flicked as decided to stop that path of thought before…

The slight swing of his tail threw a small branch that snapped against a tree trunk. Huvir's eyes widened as the entire enemy patrol halted. The warrior who had looked his way first put his hand on his pommel. The others shifted their gaze from the forest to what was presumably their leader. All of their eyes wide too, whether with fear or excitement Huv could not tell. What he did know was what he felt, and that those intent grey eyes would find him now. He swallowed; his breathing tightened. He could outrun any two-leg for short distances, but could he outrun a javelin?

The scout's claws clenched into the dirt as he watched the Shua begin to pull their javelins from their shields. He needed to leave now, before they finished readying themselves. But a small part of him held his body down. They couldn't see him. They hadn't spotted him yet else there surely would have been shouts and the pointing of clawless digits. They wouldn't just throw javelins into the forest at random—

A quick signal from the leader and all readied their spears to throw. The patrol was facing his general direction, as that was where the sound came from, but there was only 12 in the group. 12 javelins in this wide of an area couldn't hit him. Maybe they were trying to scare him out of his hiding spot. His claws dug further into the dirt.

With a barked command from their leader, the warriors loosed their javelins. The glinting metal points flew towards him. And, in the flick of an ear, they all missed. A few flew over him, another 'thunked' into a trunk a tail-length away, but he did not feel pain arc through his body. He almost let out a sigh of relief. But another command had the two-legs moving towards him. He realized with a start that they needed to collect their spears. This was it; they would find him now. Each one of their steps brought them closer. Their leader was at the front. Short sword still at his belt, his throwing hand empty, all the patrol's throwing hands were empty. Though more javelins were strapped to their shields. Were they fast enough to catch him with one if he sprang away? Huv did not know. His only chance was to not give them a chance to lay a hand on their weapons.

As the leader drew closer, the Subutai readied himself. He did not have any weapons or armor on him, far scouting as he was. But a swing of his claws should break a few bones. One of his foreclaws was the size of half of the leader's chest. With the one in charge crippled or killed, the resulting confusion could solidify his escape. Could. It was his only choice, other than trying to talk his way out. But their glinting spearpoints only seemed interested in a discussion with his entrails. And Huv had never been skilled with his tongue anyway.

He watched the leader intently as they drew closer. Foreclaws tensed as he pictured himself swinging out and hitting the two-leg's chest. Just a few more steps… Huv propelled himself forward with all four of his legs. The green and brown foliage that had been covering him burst outward to reveal a mud-covered Subutai with a fearsome snarl on his snout. One of his claws flew out to slam into the Shua leader's chest. But with a speed Huv could barely track the warrior brought his shield arm up to block the blow. His claw broke through the paneled wood until the top half of the shield was ripped clean off. But the steel spike at the center, which Huv had not noticed before, dug into his claw as it swung by. He could barely feel the pain through the adrenaline. Though as he ripped half of the shield and javelins away, the tips of his sharp digits sliced into the unmarked, muscled arms of the warrior. Three thin, red lines.

Huv kept moving with the blow, his striking claw falling in step to carry himself off into the forest with a sprint. Javelins flew close by, but none hit. The angry shouts faded as his legs carried his fleeing form.

Stray branches struck his snout as he barreled through the wood. The dense flora on the forest floor did not slow him, but left stings upon his scales as revenge for his trampling claws. The sounds of his careless charge echoed through the trees, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins pushed him far out of the Shua's earshot.

His mad dash eventually settled to a trot as the blood pounding in his ears slowly faded. Still he continued to move, now picking his way more delicately through the underbrush. Trying his best not to leave such a clear trail. After a while he looked up through the canopy at the midday sun to correct his course. He had been heading for the mountains, which would hopefully throw off the patrols trail. Now he was headed back to his clique. Only a week away and he already missed the warmth of the tent-fires bathing his scales as he slept.

Surely Moghtai would see his potential now. Huv could still faintly feel the wound he had earned during the raid on the Shantaq clique's tents last spring. The knife blade digging deep into his gut. Twisting as the other Subutai youth struggled to drag it across his stomach and spill his insides. Huv had been able to wrap his jaws around his enemy's throat before the knife wound had been made fatal. The taste of blood choking his mind with a fervent bloodlust. But his body had failed him, blood oozing from his underbelly. Through the haze he had seen Moghtai standing over him, eyes like coals. The son of a lancer, nearly killed in his first battle. The shame had burned a hole deeper than any blade as he had been carried away and tended to by doting tent-mothers.

That hole remained, but here was a chance at redemption. At vague rumors of Shua patrols, the athya had asked for a far-striding scout. None thought the rumors true. So Huv had been first, and only, in line, eager to escape his father's disappointed eyes. Which seemed to burn into his heart through every tent, stone, and tree. That would end with his report of this semi-invasion. The athya had little faith in distant whispers, but with a personal account surely there could be no doubt. He might even be given the honor of joining the vanguard. Huv reigned back his thoughts, there was no need to excite himself over foolish hopes.

He slowed his trot to a walk as he realized how tired he felt. His runaway mind had distracted his burning muscles, but reality swiftly caught up to him. He was panting for breath, his tongue felt dry.

He took a few deep intakes of air and perked his furry ears up. They shifted to a few different angles until he picked up a faint sound like water dripping onto stones. He changed course, picking his way over rotting wood, assorted shrubbery and a rare boulder. The bubbling sounds of a creek grew in his ears. He quickened his pace, ignoring protests from his hind and forelegs. When he finally came upon the source of the sound disappointment hit him like mountain herder's slingshot. The water could hardly be called 'flowing.' It was more of a series of trickles with a few tiny, smooth rocks. He doubted the smallest fish could find hearth here.

Thirst pressured his thoughts like a heavy stone on his head. He gave the muddy path a few small licks, earning more dirt than it was worth. It wasn't enough to satisfy him, not nearly, but at least his tongue didn't feel like dried leather anymore. He scrapped the dirt off his tongue with his front fangs and spat it out. At least now his mind could process more than 'need water.'

Huv began gathering small sticks, fallen leaves and rocks, piling them up in the middle of the trickle. Once he was done and the water began to try to path around the small dam, he dug into the soft, muddy ground in front of the barrier. The earth gave way easily to his claws, and he was almost finished when pain suddenly shot up through one of them. He lifted the claw to see a trickle of blood begin to flow down through the muddy scales of his palm.

He had completely forgotten his injury. Dirt and mud must have clotted it when he was barreling through the trees, hopefully stoping the bleeding quickly. Though it bled now that he had scraped it against some buried root. A flick of his tongue picked up the smell of blood. He doubted the Shua could track him down. They were much less sensitive to scents than most creatures.

He should have stopped sooner to clean his wound. It was still a few days more to his clique's tents. A few days was all it took for even the most skilled tent-mother to snort in disappointment. He shivered at the mental picture of the bone saw that hung above Mother Hactah's blood-mat. He remembered his first visit to her as a hatchling after a session of play fighting had turned into a more bloody affair. That fanged saw had glinted in the firelight, scaring him to silence as she had silently worked to clean the tiny warrior's wounds. That memory was accompanied by want his father had said to the white-wrapped hatchling limping through the flap of the family tent.

“The son of the most skilled lancer in this clique, and yet you lose your first fight. Have I taught you nothing? “

Huv swallowed, he watched a drop of scarlet trace down his scales and fall into the growing pool of water. Hactah had always been a mother of few words, a rare thing, but he could imagine her piercing glare as she said, “Lick it clean Tskhan, or lose the claw." Most would take being called Tskhan an insult. It was a nickname for hatchlings with heads bigger than their necks could support. But it had been what she called him in that first visit, and the countless visits after that. She was right, of course. He did always seem to let his claws speak for him when his tongue ran dry of words. Not that he was particularly skilled in either form of communication.

His skills lie elsewhere. After so many visits to Hactah's tent, she was willing to teach him a few things. An honor which she had given no other tent-mother. Grumpy old Hactah, teaching herbs to the son of Moghtai, point of the charge. It wasn't a wonder why his father always gave him those long, dull looks of disappointment.

The taste of earth grated against his senses as he began licking the dirt from the wound. He considered dipping his claw in the nearly full pool of water. But the slowly settling brown particulates dissuaded that action. Hactah would whip her tail across his snout if she saw him soaking an open wound in muddy water.

The wound began to clear as he continued his ministrations. The torn scales felt rough each time his tongue dragged across them. The bleeding stopped, but pain grew as air touched the open gash. With a quick scan of the surroundings, he spotted a weed of khan-foil. He grabbed it by the base of the stem, careful to avoid the stinging leaves. Then squeezed the green tube over his wound. The milky fluid stung lightly as it hit his broken flesh, but the feeling soon faded. That would stave off infection temporarily. He knew Hactah would have a hundred other herbal brews to clean, heal and grow back straight scales. Not to mention the look she'd give him for squirting raw khan-foil juice straight into the wound. But it wasn't like he had a grinding bowl or boiling pot readily available out in the wild. For the next few days khan-foil and wretches-leaf, if he could even find any of that rare plant, would have to do. If only he had some wrapping cloth.

There was a real creek about half a day's trot from here. Filled with cool, clear water. There he could properly grind some herbs with smooth river stones. He had passed it a few days back on his way to the Shua settlement. Though he doubted he could make it there before dark, what with the sun close to setting. Journeying through the night was a great way to twist a hind leg. That would assure that he wouldn't join the vanguard, and that the patrol would catch up to him. Though he doubted they were even chasing him.

What did the Shua think he was doing, alone, far from the tents? Did they suspect that his clique knew of the two-legs increased activity? They must, why else would their patrols have been armored. In any case, they could not catch him on foot with all that metal slowing them down. They were unusually tall for two-legs, but none could match the Children of Oghali for speed. The Subutai were only matched by their distant Jurgen cousins on the other side of the Zamin kingdoms.

Surely the Shua did not mean to conquer. With such a small force a raid was most likely. Raids were common enough among cliques. When Huv got back a few days ahead of them however, the Shua would not stand a chance. There was nary a force that could withstand a line of lancers ambushing out of the brush.

He dipped his head down to the pool, which had finally filled with mostly clear water. The overflow was slowly spilling over the sides of the tiny, makeshift dam. His snout met the semi-cold water and he darted his tongue out without another thought. Huv pulled in a gulp of the liquid that promised invigoration to his tired bones, lapping away as his tail lazily swayed in contentment.

He drank until his gut felt like bursting, and only really stopped because the water ran out. He was tempted to wait for the hole to fill again but knew that he must keep moving. If his clique was to be warned it would be best to do so as soon as possible. Not that victory wasn't assured regardless of his report, just that it might take a day or more to convince the athya to allow him the honor of joining the vanguard. He couldn't let any see his wound when he got back to the tents. Hopefully his skill would heal it enough to walk on without any noticeable limp. None would allow him to fight with a bum foreclaw. Not even his father. It wasn't concern for him. If he faltered because of his injury then he could leave the warrior next to him, who was relying on him, open to attack.

Huv pushed the dirt back into the hole with his good claw. Then shattered the tiny dam with a quick swipe of his tail. His tracks still littered the muddy ground. If the patrol was following him these prints would lead them straight to the tents. But he pushed that out of his mind with a tail flick. Even if they were pursuing him, they wouldn't reach these tracks till nightfall. And if they could follow his train through the night then Mongrel take them all to the Gates of Noegal.

The sun was nearly set as he left the trickle of water with a moderate pace. Eager to reach his destination despite the hint of pain that irritated him each time his injured claw hit the ground. Dusk fell not long after. And finally, Oghali, mother of all, closed her left eye and opened her right. Her silvery gaze lit up the sky. Around the moon, many twinkling lights betrayed the antics of Oliag as she bounded from star to star with boundless joy. He sent a silent prayer up to her to ask for healing and swiftness in his journey home.

He eventually found a fallen log, felled by what seemed like lightning, and curled up under it. His eyes felt heavy, his long furry ears drooping. He curled his tail around his body, touching his snout. He had reapplied more khan-foil on his claw a little while ago, hopeful that by morning the pain would subside enough to increase his pace. If these hopes weren't utterly dashed, then by midday tomorrow he would reach the creek, and afterwards it was a full day's run to the tents. But a full day's run would tire his already sore body. If he walked that afternoon and all through the next day, he would reach home. Leaving enough energy to join his brethren as they demolished the invasion with the ferocity of Mongrel, sending those who dare attack them to Noegal's Gates. He could imagine the look his father would give him then…

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Huv woke up with a start. His blue eyes were met with a wall of darkness, but slowly they adjusted. Oghali's eye was not full tonight, so little could be seen, but what he could make out in the dim landscape did not disturb him. The greenery only allowed him to see what was directly in front of his snout, with brush occupying his peripheral vision. This hid him from any wandering predators, though no beast this side of the mountains would dare attack even a lone Subutai. There were stories of what lay beyond, but if he believed all the ramblings of old lancers, he might never find sleep again.

A rustle of the leaves in front of him drew his full attention. Fear spiked within him. But the bush that had moved was no bigger than his snout. This was no mythic beast from the other side of the world, but probably something small, warm, and full of blood. His belly groaned as he thought through a list of tasty critters. Whatever had decided to disturb him so late into the night would not live to see Oghali open her left eye.

Pouncing from his position under the fallen log was difficult. But he managed well enough. The only problem was that when he crashed down on the healthy bush, all he got was two claw-fulls of leaf. His snout whipped around, trying to find where the creature had run off too. Nothing, no panicked squeaks or the rustling of paws through the underbrush. Silence. He did feel something strange under his claws though. Not anything alive, but as he grasped hold of the object and lifted it out of the foliage his blood turned to ice. It was the steel head of a javelin.

Before he could take another breath, five Shua emerged from the bushes all around him. All striped down to their loin clothes and boots, carrying no shields, and no swords. But each had three javelins in his hands. So close to them he realized that they met his gaze levelly. Though he was of average size among his clique, he knew that other two-leg races only reached his shoulder in height. His fear grew.

Collectively they took a step closer to him. Huv, half crouched and snarled. He would tear through these warriors and rush to his tents. Even if they left their wounded to bleed, they would not catch him. He would outrun the very wind!

“Sheath your fangs warrior. This battle will not have you as its victor."

The language was mutated by a strange accent, but surprisingly understandable, as if the speaker had had much practice. Yet what got Huv to spin around to face the Shua who spoke was the voice, it was the same commanding tone he had heard yesterday.

The Shua leader had his injured arm wrapped in bloodied cloth that looked wet to the touch. The arm was supported by the hand his hip, seemingly still ready to draw the short sword at his waist within a tail-flick. In his other hand were three javelins, one of them missing its head. Despite his apparent injury, his stance gave off the impression of a contained storm, ready to strike like lightening.

“Settle yourself, and there shall be no bloodshed this night."

The Shua leader spoke the words as if commanding one of his own. But Huv did not lessen his aggressive stance.

First, he would jump for their leader, same as last time. Even if he drew that sword quick enough with his bum arm, and even if he managed to stab one of those javelins at him Huv was sure he could slice through his unarmored chest with his claws. What would the Shua do if they were leaderless. Maybe chase him, he would be bleeding profusely after one of those javelins penetrated him. But…

The leader's eyes shifted ever so slightly to the right, and without so much time as a tail-flick a large rock sailed through the air and smashed into his neck. It had probably been aimed for his head but that didn't mean the attack was any less effective. The breath he had been taking in was cut off, he found himself unable to breathe as the air left his lungs He collapsed, gasping on the ground. The Shua took the opportunity to rush him.

They grabbed his fore and hindclaws as he thrashed and lashed out with his thick tail. He heard a 'crack' as he felt something connect with the limb. He slowly regained the ability to breathe. But the limited air he was able get back into his lungs he used to snarl and growl. His fangs snapped at the grey flesh of hands, legs and arms as they held his body down. Through the haze of his bloodlust, he saw the leader close enough to him to bite off that bearded head. But as his jaws sprang towards his prey the haft of a javelin was shoved into his mouth. Both muscled arms of the two-leg pushed the wood horizontally against the flesh holding his upper and lower jaws together. It felt like the wood was pushing his bones apart. He roared as best he could. The cold grey eyes of the leader were close to his own. The two-leg looked down at him as he struggled to writhe in pain. But struggle he did.

Huv struggled until the pain overwhelmed him. He tasted blood as the shaft of wood tried to split his snout in half. The faint struggle of his distant limbs was a lost memory. He could only feel the strain on his skull, a pressure building in the back of his mind. Until, finally, with a shuddering groan, he blacked out.

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Part 2 - Diplomacy

Huv awoke with a lethargic intent. His eyes opened blearily, registering his surroundings but not able to discern the sights into relevant observations. Through the bubbling thoughts drifting across his mind, he made out that there were cloth walls on either side of him… a tent! He was in a tent. That warmed his heart. he was home at last, he felt the heat of the tent fire on the scales of his flank. Lulling him back to gentle slumber.

He unconsciously tried to stretch his hind leg out, as it was pressed uncomfortably tight against his other leg. Which was inadvertently squeezing what made him male a little too tightly between them. But when he tried to stretch out he found himself unable to move.

His eyes snapped open and he whipped his snout around to look back at his body. He was laying on his side, his fore and hind legs bound together by rope. He was indeed in a tent, but there was no fire. His flank was facing the opening, through which was streaming the light of the sun. He tried to open his maw, but was met with a searing soreness in his jaw that left him panting for breath. Not that he could have opened his snout anyway with the length of rope tied around his snout. He noticed with a sigh of relief that his tail was free. He quickly whipped it down so that the thick base covered his backside. Huv wasn't sure why he did this, only that in such a vulnerable position… well…

The thought inadvertently made his sheath tighten.

Oghali's gaze was suddenly interrupted by the form of a two-leg. A tall, grey one, with a bloody, bandaged arm. His wide shadow covered the bound Subutai completely.

Huv tried to snarl, but his jaw hurled another gout of pain at him. He was left breathless again, and in the time it took him to recover the Shua leader was standing near his head. From his great height he looked down on Huv, the grey eyes showing as much expression as a boulder. Huv could only pant through his nostrils as he met the warrior's gaze with a firey glare.

“Tell me, Subutai, what business did you have so close to our village?"

Huv was about to snort out a breath in retort, did this beast think his people communicated through thought? But a swift kick dislodged the binding rope, his thoughts, and what felt like his lower jaw. He could not contain the pained whine he let out as a result.

“Speak."

The words drowned out his sounds with their commanding tone. He glowered up at his captor, who's stone-wrought face bared down upon the prisoner. Huv snarled, this time he expected the pain, and gritted his fangs through it. He tasted blood. The enemy would not use Huv's tongue to gain any advantage. He was no hatchling to be bullied by threats, empty or not. The son of a lancer, a warrior. A warrior who would not crumble even as Shugch judged his life before Noegal's throne.

The Shua reached a hand behind his back and withdrew a wide knife from a hidden sheath. Huv did not flinch, he did not even glance at the blade, he met the grey eyes with his fiery blues.

“You are a warrior, yes? Fearless in the face of death? Willing to lay down your life for your people?"

Huv did not change his expression.

“I am the son of a lancer; you will not break me."

“Break you?" The Shua's snort disturbed the dark hairs of his mustache. “How dramatic."

The two-leg spun the knife between the clawless digits of his hand as he spoke.

“Subutai, I do not desire to harm you, or any of your people. My only desire is to share words with your leader. Is that so treacherous a wish?"

Huv was not dissuaded

“Then why the armored patrols?"

“Frequently raids from the mountain Roros have left our people… on edge. I'm sure you've had your share of encounters with the bush-tails?"

Huv had never seen a Roros, the furry mountain folk had not entered his clique's lands since before he was hatched. Yet he said nothing.

“Whatever the case, I wish to speak with your leader about that matter, so that we may unite against this common enemy. All I ask from you is to guide us to your village."

So, it was up to the disgraced son of a lancer to decide whether or not to let these armed strangers walk into the middle of the tents. What choice could he really make. They would find the tents regardless, it's not like they were hidden. Even if the entire Shua village tried to attack the tents head-on, well… that would be bloody. Whatever their plan was, Huv wasn't sure he trusted it to be benevolent.

“I will guide you to my tents."

The knife in the Shua's hands stopped spinning.

“Good. I am called Lordae. What is your name Subutai?"

“Huvir." He was still suspicious but knowing this two-legs name soothed his thoughts somewhat.

Lordae leaned down and began cutting the ropes the bond his forelegs together

“Well, Huvir, I do not know how Subutai establish deals, but my people use the consummation between the deciding partners to guarantee the authenticity of an agreement."

The meaning of those words did not entirely reach Huv until a moment later, which caused his sheath to grow tight as he processed their meaning. He was glad his hind legs had been tied securely enough to cover his groin.

“I will not force the practice on you— “

“I agree! I mean, I don't want to disrespect your… your culture, in your own tent."

The blush on Huv's snout burned his cheeks. It only grew hotter as Lordae looked up from cutting his bindings to meet his eyes.

“As you wish." The Shua said, a small smile cracking his stony face

Huv's ears twitched nervously.

Lordae continued to cut his bindings, though it seemed at a very slow pace. That knife didn't look dull, but the rate at which it cut the thin rope was equal to that of a river-smoothed stone. The deliberate, back and forth movement of the Shua's muscled arm mesmerized Huv as the nervous twitching of his ears increased in frequency.

Huv hoped the meaning of Lordae's statement hadn't somehow been lost in translation. The Shua seemed to have an excellent grasp of the Subutai language, though how he acquired such knowledge was a question for another time. All he could really think about right now was another creature touching him, and a male too! Did this foreigner somehow know he liked males? He didn't know of any other male his age who shared his preference in partner. There were a few tent-mothers who had female mates. But Huv had heard no open talk of males in a relationship. Other than what came through on a stomach of Zamin swamp-ale. Though that kind of talk could hardly be trusted to complete accuracy.

Huv wondered what how those scaleless digits would feel against his sheath. His own claws were smooth enough not to cause discomfort, but he couldn't help but get aroused at the thought of the two-leg touching him.

As Lordae finished cutting through the binds on his forelegs he moved on to the rope around his hinds. But something happened that made the Subutai gasp. The soft hand traced its way up his leg, from his claw up to his thigh. Huv's breathing only increased as the hand made its way to his soft-scaled belly and began rubbing in small circles. His own foreclaws gripped the dirt as he struggled to steady his panting breaths.

Lordae's looked up at Huv's expression

“Your first time?"

The Subutai quickly nodded.

“With a male?"

As he said this his hand came dangerously close to Huv's inner thighs, still squeezed together by the rope. It took a few tail-ticks for the Subutai to recover from that.

“W-With anyone… but, but I've— I mean I like, uh, males."

Lordae's hand felt warm against his lower belly. The slow movements of the fleshy skin against his smooth scales nearly made him whine. That hand was so close, his sheath was so tight. He gasped as Lordae moved his hand to touch the crease where his thighs pressed together, but it was only for a moment. The touch moved on quickly. The clawless digits traced up his belly to his chest. Huv lifted one of his forelegs to allow Lordae to pass. The hand traveled further upward along his neck. It tickled slightly, but also brought a comforting warmth which radiated from his underbelly to the hairs of his mane. Despite his arousal, he felt calm, content that this creature, who so recently had been his enemy, would now not the let the slightest wind disturb him.

Lordae's hand stopped below his jaw. Huv did not know how much experience the Shua had with Subutai, but to touch another's throat was usually reserved for mates. The scales there were unrivaled in softness. It was the most vulnerable area to attack and the one of the most sensitive. As the shock wore off from being touched so gently in such an unprotected place, he let out a croon. Deep and low, like the warble of a hatchling comforted by their parents' tongue. The small shiver that ran down his spine after such an embarrassing sound made the hairs of his mane bristle. Huv closed his eyes as he melted into the ministrations.

Eventually, and regretfully, Lordae ceased his actions and stood up. Huv watched his movements as he walked around the Subutai's head to the back of the tent. There was a small cloth, with a few bottles of glass containing some sort of viscus liquid. The tops of the bottles were styled to look like simple trees, and with a start he recognized what they were. The heated blush returned to his snout as he blurted out the identity of the containers.

“Helvaln scented oil?"

The Shua picked up one of the bottles and walked to Huv's rear.

“You know of these?"

“Zamin traders sometimes carry them, and yes, I know their use."

Lordae smiled.

“Have you ever— “

“Only with my tail! A-And my claws a few times. It took all my coin to buy four bottles. And the traders don't come every year, so I haven't gotten a lot of practice— “

Lordae stopped his exasperations by placing a boot on the base of his tail. Huv felt his own cock tip poking out of his sheath, against his inner thighs. His tail tightened unconsciously against rear, trying to cover what lay under his tailbase.

“Don't worry."

Lordae kept his smile as he spoke

“I never knew about scented oils until I visited my first whorehouse in Tryeburn. There was a Jurgen there who was very, very knowledgeable."

Huv didn't bother asking what a whorehouse was, or where Tyreburn was. He was preoccupied with the tip of the boot that was trying to pry his tail away from his rear. As the the Shua felt resistance to his efforts, he removed his boot and crouched down, placing the bottles of oil on the ground. Then he lifted off his shirt, a loose thing that had hidden the definition of his chest until now. Huv had never thought of two-legs as attractive. Yet the sight of his muscled chest and arms made his heart skip a beat. The Shua could probably wrap those arms all the way round his waist…

Huv had once caught sight of two young lovers in between the tents at the edge of the clique. The female panting, with her rear raised in the air, and the male, with his forelegs wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into his thrusts. Huv had imagined himself in the position of that female many times as he used his tail to pleasure himself. Never had he thought that a two-leg would be the one behind him though. Nor had he really held hope that any male would mate with him. Yet here was one such willing male, no matter their lack of scales or claws. The thought of Lordae, with his muscled arms securing his haunches, pulling the Subutai back into his thrusts, ignited a fire in his loins that demanded to be sated. His tailhole clenched at the thought. But he would not be taken without effort, his tail still hid his hole from the Shua's sight. He would have to use those arms to pry away the scaly curtain that veiled his prize!

Lordae undid the cord of his cloth pants and dropped them. His boots slid off, untied as they were. Huv was left staring at the erect cock that speared up from the two-legs groin. His tailhole felt weak.

“Lift your tail."

Lordae said using the commanding tone he used with his soldiers, which demanded obedience. The cold grey eyes bored into the Subutai like a ship splitting water.

Huv did so slowly, but without question.

The entire time Lordae kept their gazes locked together. Neither male spared a look away until Huv's tail was laid to the side. His still bound hind legs framed a taught tailhole which Lordae squatted down to inspect. The Shua then reached out and uncapped one of the oil bottles, pouring a small amount of the contents onto his other hand. Huv's entire attention was focused on the Shua's actions, as Lordae was entirely focused on the darkly pink hole in front of him.

The Shua's other hand recapped the bottle and placed it to the side. He placed the now free hand on top of Huv's haunch. Only a tail-tip away from his hole. The claw-less digits gripped the scaly rump and gently pushed. A tiny whimper escaped Huv's throat as he felt his tailhole being pulled apart. Then the oiled hand moved forward and pressed against his pucker.

The Subutai gasped as the cold liquid was rubbed into him. His hind legs strained against the restraints, and his foreclaws dug into the dirt. Lordae kept a level expression, one hand spreading the Subutai's ass while the other worked the oil into the pink hole. Huv moaned, the fingers teased his entrance with a ferocity. They felt so much softer than his own claws, and more dexterous than his tail. He craved for them to delve deeper, to penetrate. But his groin already felt tight. His cock tried and failed to squeeze out of his sheath, the pressure from his inner thighs holding it in.

So, when one of the digits began putting increased pressure on his tailhole, he reflexively tensed.

“Relax."

It was another order. Huv obeyed with a heated huff that turned to a gasp as the finger was shoved entirely inside him.

“A-Ah! I-!"

“Shhhh, just breathe."

Huv did as he was told, and the slow intakes of air began to relax the muscles in his rear. In truth he had fit longer and wider things than this small finger inside himself. Yet the fact that another creature was doing it flustered and aroused him to no end. Again his cock tried to squeeze out of his bound thighs, but it's efforts were futile.

The slow removal of the intruding digit caused him to sigh. The shock of the penetration wore off. His hole felt hollow. He was a prisoner, trapped by the rope binding his legs, and he wanted his captor to fuck him. Huv jerked his snout to face his rear, about to demand just that. But the sight of Lordae lining up his muscled grey hips with Huv's own scaled haunches halted his voice. The Shua's eyes met his, and he pushed his hips forward.

The tip of the two-leg's cock pushed past the pink tailhole with little resistance. Both of the clawless hands pushed apart the Subutai's haunches to allow easy entrance. Huv kept his eyes locked with Lordae. He was panting, and his tongue felt dry, but he kept his rear relaxed, as ordered. The cock continued it's penetration. Huv could feel it's head, which was slightly wider than it's pole, push apart his walls slowly. He let out a huff. Then a grunt. Then a whine as the cock stopped its movement entirely. Huv accidentally flexed, and suddenly he could feel the entirety of the length inside of him. He let out another moan, with Lordae grunting as well.

But the Shua was not finished. With quick movements his hands hooked around Huv's bound hind legs. Then the two-leg thrusted, using his arms to yank the Subutai's ass into his hips.

“Oh! Fuck!"

The pain that flew up Huv's spine caused him to exclaim. His fangs bit down onto one of his claws in desperation. His other raking lines into the dirt. His hind legs flexed against their restraints, and his tail went stiff. He tasted blood on his tongue.

Over his moans and groans he could barely hear Lordae's voice attempting to sooth him.

“Shhh… You're doing great. You took all of me. Just relax and feel me inside of you."

The Shua's warm hands pet the scales on his thighs.

“The pain will go away. The oil will soak into you, and I will make you feel every pleasure as I take you."

Huv thought he could feel the cock in his belly. He was sure if he put a claw right above his thighs he would feel a bulge. Pain still itched at his nerves. His hind legs were tensed, afraid that if they moved, a new round of pain would rake through him. But he could also feel the dribble of precum from his trapped cock. There was another male inside of him. He whined into his bitten claw, long and low. His snout dipped down to touch the dirt submissively. He was utterly filled.

Huv knew to experience the full pleasure he'd need to relax. Thankfully, the soft hand rubbing up and down his thigh gave him a pleasant distraction. His haunches slowly lost their tenseness, his tail laid flat on the dirt. Though he noticed that the Shua gave a grunt as Huv slightly moved the muscles at the base of his tail. He would keep that in mind. As he calmed his body he began to comprehend how big the object in his tailhole was. He could feel it's entire length, could feel the pumps of the two-leg's blood through the organ. It was much deeper than his tail had fit.

A deep, quiet breath steadied his nerves. He removed his fangs from his claws and swung his snout back to catch Lordae's gaze.

“Fuck me."

Huv ordered like a Athya, one who expected to be obeyed. And obeyed he was

Lordae tightened his grip on Huv's thighs, and he slowly pulled back. But he was only a tail-flick out when he shoved it back in. The Subutai gasped but was not given time to recover. Lordae picked up the speed of his thrusts. He humped the Subutai rear with a smooth rhythm. The light smacking of skin on scales bounced between the tent walls. Huv could feel the hard length push against his walls. The pain spiked again as the thrusts picked up their pace. But as his ass was massaged by that smooth, hard head he began to moan with every thrust. They were quiet moans, but Lordae heard them, and suddenly shoved all the way in again, only to grind slowly against the scaled rear.

The wandering cock head brushed against something deep inside Huv, the small jolt of electric pleasure that followed caused him to let out a full-throated moan. As the spot was rubbed again, he clenched his tailhole, hugging the length with his shivering walls. Lordae groaned at that. But Huv could not celebrate that victory, as the cock was held pressed right against that area of electric pleasure. He let out another heated moan as yet more precum leaked out of his own trapped cock. The milky fluid pooling between his bound hind legs.

Lordae pulled his cock partly out of the clenching tailhole. The Subutai was panting, his forked tongue hanging out like a soaked piece of cloth. Lordae rubbed a comforting hand over the scaled thigh. His cock throbbed, the head still inside the pulsating ass.

“Subutai."

Huv turned his snout to met the eyes of the other male.

“I'm going to breed you."

Huv melted at those words, their commanding tone.

“…please"

Came the meek response, Huv could barely form words. He gave a sharp yelp that turned into a whine as Lordae rammed his cock back inside him. The two-leg started at a faster pace, his grey-skinned hips audibly slapped against scales. He grunted with each thrust, closely watching the expression of bliss on the snout of the Subutai. The submissive male kept egging him on to go faster with his cute moans. He even started undulating his back, trying to push back into the thrusts. Lordae could feel his orgasm getting close, he could also feel his cock-head rubbing against Huv's prostate. He would not cum before the Subutai. He pushed his hips up to get a better angle against it. That caused an immediate reaction.

Huv gasped as he felt the cock rub against that sensitive place inside of him. He felt his slowly building orgasm suddenly spike in its growth. His own cock felt strained, his sheath tight. One of his claws reached back to grasp the rope that held his hind legs together. He pulled at it desperately. His cock needed to grow, he needed to cum. He yanked and tried to cut but his grip was too weak, the thrusts bouncing against his haunches displaced his claw.

The cock ramming his tailhole increased it's pace. He moaned louder and lost his grip on the rope. Instead trying to shove his claw in between his tight thighs, wanting to at least reach his cock. Lordae's hands pulled his haunches back against his thrusts, his cock found a spot deeper. Somehow. Huv lost all agency, he needed to cum, but more than that he needed to be bred by another male. His fore claws raked limply at the dirt.

Lordae was grunting with each thrust into the soft, tight ass. He was on the edge, ready to breed this cute Subutai bitch.

Huv's balls ached, he should've came already. He moaned and groaned as his tailhole was pounded, but to no avail. He pushed back against each thrust, trying to match the fast rhythm and increase his pleasure. Through the haze he remembered his tail, how it had flustered the other male earlier. He flexed the muscles in his tailbase. Lordae's cock was suddenly locked inside the warm tailhole. Both of their eyes widened in shock. Clenching, fleshy walls hugged The Shua's cock while the head was held firmly against the Subutai's prostate. They both moaned unison.

But Huv recovered his composure quickly, he reached out his claw and cut the binds in one swift motion. His hind legs shot apart, which inadvertently made him tumble onto his back. Lordae went with him, falling into the Subutai's pre-cum wet crotch. His hands grasped the fat sheath in front of him to steady himself. Huv moaned at the contact, losing control of the muscles in his tail that held that eager cock fast. The two-leg wasted no time in resuming his thrusts. One of his hands grasped a scaled thigh, the other moved from sheath to balls, fondling the hefty, seed-rich orbs.

Huv's hind legs were now in the air, shaking with each thrust and the nearness of orgasm. His cock was at full mast, dribbling precum all over his belly. The warm hands of the Shua played with his balls and moved up to his sheath, where they began vigorously rubbing the base of his cock. Huv's forepaws curled up to his chest as he watched the two-leg paw him off. He moaned and panted and whined. And the cock ramming into his tailhole, pushing his whole body back and forth.

“Lor— I'm- I'm close!"

Huv was breathless.

“Breed me!"

Not a tail-flick later the Subutai felt a spurt of warm liquid in his tailhole. Then another, and another. He whined long and low as the other male filled him. Finally, Huv came too. The Shua rapidly ran his hand up and down the Subutai's cock as cum spurted onto his belly. The excess ran down his scales like a thousand tiny rivers. Huv could feel the cum inside begin to fill him up. He felt like he had eaten a whole yatam, a nice and warm one. When his orgasm ended Lordae pulled out of him with a wet slurp. Almost immediately cum began leaking out of the gaping tailhole.

Huv sighed as one of Lordae's warm hands rested on his sheath. He barely felt the cum dribble down his numb haunches. He could barely feel any of his muscles. He was exhausted, even his bones felt sore. But he smiled as the claw-less digits moved to rub his spent balls. He had finally mated! and with a male! Now if only he could convince a Subutai male to pin him and bite his neck…

Surely returning to the clique with enemies turned allies would catch more than a few eyes of his peers.

But before thought could whisk Huv's mind away he found himself hovering to the realm of dreams. A smile on his face as he drifted off, two warm hands cradling his sheath.