The Order [3/?]
Story by Pawsroloc on SoFurry
The Order stands as a symbol of authority and equality across all of the Southern Kingdoms. How will this organization react when cultures clash once more?
The following story displays gay relations between furries... so... you've been warned.
WARNING! THERE IS NOT A LOT OF PORN IN THIS CHAPTER. IF YOU ARE HERE FOR THE NAUGHTIES PLEASE SEARCH ELSEWHERE, OR READ AND WAIT PATIENTLY FOR THE ACTION TO RAMP UP. VERY PATIENTLY. ALSO IF YOU ARE A MINOR ITS PROBABLY SAFER TO JUST STEER YOUR EYES IN ANOTHER DIRECTION.
Nothing much to say about this chapter. Things are finally starting to move into motion!
The Order
Part Three: Reflection
“I’m surprised, Corvan. In only one month, you’ve already learned the foundations of Morneren.” The puma smiled, closing the book in his hands slowly.
“Baelin is not the only language I know, Phamas. I also am fluent in Ylldenen, Freldesh, and quite a bit of Uerellin.” Corvan bragged, remembering how frustrating it had been to learn a phonetic language.
Phamas cocked an eyebrow, intrigued. “That is quite impressive, Corvan. Freldesh is a very old and complicated language. I take it you’ve spent time in Frelden, then? The coastal cities are quite far from the New Territories of the Northern Kingdoms.”
“I am… or at least was, a merchant. Until I was about ten I was bedridden, so I spent most of my later life travelling from city to city, exporting and importing commodities. Language is one of the first things you learn as a merchant of the road.”
“Are you implying that you have traveled through _all _of the Northern Kingdoms, Corvan? If that were the case, you must have been traveling for over-“
“Ten years, yes. I admit that I have not seen the entire land, but I doubt anyone has explored its every corner.” Corvan suggested.
Phamas chuckled, setting his book down. “And you traveled with your parents I assume, yes?”
Corvan nodded, smiling. “Those are some of my happiest memories. My pa taught me everything he knew. My ma taught me how to read and write as well.”
“And your parents. They are..?”
“Alive and well. They own a nice plot of land on the corner of Yllen’s mountain range. The wagon had been a gift from them. I was meant to follow in their footsteps, but... I guess that plans have changed now.” Corvan said, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. Corvan’s lips spread into a thin smile.
“It’s been two years since I’ve visited them.” He stated, as if just realizing for the first time how long he had been on the road.
“I’m sorry Corvan. I’m sure that once you finish your training you may return to-“
“And how long will that take? A year? I barely understand your language, let alone your people.” Corvan blurted out, gripping the fabric of his funulcrum in frustration.
“It will take as long as it needs. If Montihak is to be believed, you will make a fine member of The Order.” Phamas said calmly.
“And what did he see in me? I’m not a warrior. I can’t swing a sword, or mend a wound.”
Phamas chuckled, placing a paw on Corvan’s thigh.
“Look at me, Corvan. My frame is as thin as yours, and yet I too am a member of the Order. We do not require you to take up arms in the name of the Order. We only ask that you lend us your strength. Part of your training is realizing that potential.”
Corvan didn’t speak at first, processing what the puma had just told him.
“Then… how do I start?” Corvan asked, looking the puma in the eye.
“There are plenty of ways. One just has to open their eyes to the possibilities in front of them.” Phamas said, smiling up at Corvan warmly.
The puma’s paw gripped Corvan’s thigh gently, his hand slowly travelling up the human’s leg.
“I could teach you, if you want.” Phamas offered sincerely.
Suddenly, the door to Montihak’s room burst open. The puma quickly straightened himself, removing his hand from Corvan’s thigh.
“Captain! You hadn’t notified me that you’d be back so soon.” Phamas said, his plastered smile slowly fading as he noticed the gryphon’s armor.
The silent warrior’s eyes darted between Phamas and Corvan. He strode towards the two, hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
“(There was another attack near the border territories of Talrithia.)” Montihak said to Phamas.
The gryphon looked back down at Corvan, the smaller male staring at the bird’s gilded armor in awe.
“(How much can he understand?)” Montihak continued, returning his attention to Phamas.
“(Small amount.)” Corvan piped in, his enunciation slow and over exaggerated.
“(The boy is already speaking as well as a four year old. Maybe in another month he’ll have the vocabulary of a preteen.)” Phamas chuckled.
“(Then we will continue our conversation outside, Phamas. This is not for Corvan’s ears.)” Montihak stated, turning back to the open doorway.
“(Understood, sir.)” Phamas nodded, turning back to Corvan. “Stay here for now. If I am not back, finish your written lesson by yourself.”
“He’s come far, hasn’t he?” Phamas grinned proudly, closing the door to his Captain’s room behind him.
“Yes. He’s almost ready for lessons with Ruellaine.” Montihak stated coldly.
Phamas frowned, crossing his arms.
“What’s wrong, Monty? You almost never get like this.”
Montihak scowled, turning away from the puma.
“It’ll be over a month before I return. I fear leaving Corvan alone for that long. Especially after the display I walked in on today.”
“There’s nothing wrong with a bit of friendly encouragement, Monty. You’re never going to get anywhere with him if you keep ignoring both of your-“
“Enough, Phamastine.” The Captain ordered, wing’s unfolding slightly as he whipped around towards the puma.
“I’m sorry Monty, but I'm not backing down. One of you needs to act on these feelings. You’re too pent up, Monty. I can tell.” The puma said, stepping forward boldly.
“It’s not healthy to keep these emotions bottled up.” Phamas whispered, hand tracing the bare fur of his superior’s leg.
“When’s the last time you’ve visited my quarters, Captain? It’s been over two months since you’ve taken me-“
“Enough!” Montihak grunted. An armored paw gripped the Puma’s hand tightly, pushing the cougar’s back against the wall in one clean motion.
“First: the human is not to be taken in such a way until he _himself _requests such actions." Montihak glowered, staring down at the puma with wild eyes.
"Second: my sexual needs are not yours to toy with. Do not think I’m above reprimanding you for doubting my ability to satisfying my needs.” Montihak growled, stepping even closer to Phamas.
“Third: If you missed my physical contact this badly, you should have come to me sooner.” Monty whispered, leaning in towards Phamas’ ear. The puma bit his lip as he felt his Captain’s free hand reach under his loins. Monty watched the man fidget as he dragged a finger across the puma’s taint, his paw cupped around Phama’s furred balls.
“But now is not the time or the place. If you wish for this to be taken care of, you’ll return to your quarters at once and strip. You are right. If I am to be departing for another month of absence, then it will have been over three months since. A Captain should never ignore his subordinate’s needs.” Monty’s hot breath against Phamas’ neck sent shivers down the puma’s spine. The bird’s taloned hand traced the length of the puma’s tenting loincloth.
“Is that clear?” Montithak whispered, slowly pulling away from the needy puma.
“Y-yes sir! Right away!” Phamas exclaimed before bolting off down the hall.
Montihak watched the eager cougar turn the corner before letting his shoulders sag. The warrior frowned, glancing back at the door to his own quarters. The puma’s words had struck a nerve within Monty. He had indeed been neglecting himself. For the past month, all of Montithak’s fantasies had involved Corvan in some way. How long had it been since he had laid with another? Judging by the bulge in his own loin it had been quite some time.
Montihak grinned, entertaining the thought of the puma waiting patiently for him to make his entrance. There were plenty of things the warrior still had to do to prepare for his travels, but Monty knew what needed to be taken care of first.
His mornings all started the same. Montihak’s large bed felt empty without the gryphon’s presence. On the nights he had spent with the warrior, it had been so easy to quiet his mind. But now, his mind wandered in a seemingly endless loop of self-reflection. Corvan tossed and turned once more, the faint scent of Monty still clinging to his sheets. On the bright side, the fanulcrum he wore began to feel like a second skin more and more. The fabric no longer felt quite as loose. Corvan knew who had to thank for that, but just the thought of the aggravating panthress was enough to upset Corvan.
Corvan shifted his attention to a more pleasant memory. Thanks to Phamas’ friend his choice in clothing had grown tenfold. Most of the ‘clothing’ that Phamas brought had been long towels called montas. The long sheets came in many shapes, patterns, and sizes. After Phamas explained several different ways to style a monta, Corvan began to notice that almost all casual wear worn by the Order were just elaborate designs out of the same long sheets. Phamas also brought Corvan more shorts and shirts, although Corvan found these to be… far too revealing. The thin and form fitting material of his shorts barely covered more than half his thighs, and the shirts barely reached the base of his ribs.
At first he had tried incorporating all three of his clothing choices into one; however his meetings with Rullaine quickly turned him away from ever wearing so much clothing at once. The panther had quite rudely informed him that his clothing made him look like a fool. On one of his first meetings she chastised him for ‘wearing far too much, even without fur’, as wearing the fanulcrum, shorts and shirt, _and _a monta at the same time was bound to make the puny man melt beneath the intense heat of the sun. She joked that he would die from exhaustion before the day was half over.
At first Corvan dismissed Rullaine’s warning as another form of mocking him, but he quickly found truth in her words. The hot sun that hung over the Order’s arena proved too much for Corvan. After an awful afternoon spent recovering from heatstroke, Corvan thought he had learned his lesson. That night he nursed a headache, swearing not to wear the skimpy shorts and shirts from now on. The fanulcrum generated enough heat as it was, and as such, Corvan settled on two robe-like styles to wear his montas in.
But Rullaine’s heckling didn’t end after that. Apparently the montas styles Corvan had chosen were considered quite ‘conservative’ by the Order’s standards. The robes also made it hard for Corvan to perform at his best when exercising. Corvan often found himself pulling off his montas halfway through his workouts out of frustration with the material. Rullaine laughed at that as well, suggesting that he should just strip from his fanulcrum while he was at it.
At first Rullaine’s heckling had been a nuisance, but Corvan quickly learned how to tune out the panther’s incessant taunts. It was almost as if she was trying to get Corvan to lash back at her, but the human knew better than to stoop to her level. Instead, he grit his teeth and persevered.
Corvan’s visits with Phamas went much better. Every couple of days, the human would hear a knock on the door to Montihak’s room. Each time he’d find the small cougar on the other side, his hands filled with the latest teachings he wanted to share with Corvan. They would sit at Montihak’s study, or sprawl the long volumes out on the gryphon’s bed.
The cougar was much nicer to Corvan than Rullaine had ever been. Phamas was as good of a listener as he was an instructor, even if he found the puma to be a little too physical at times. Corvan was confused as to whether the physical contact the two shared was a conventional norm or not. Corvan thought back to all the times Montithak and him had shared this bed. The human decided that there was no harm in letting the puma’s physical contact continue. Besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy the attention.
Corvan pressed his face deeper into Montithak’s pillow, taking in a deep inhale of the gryphon’s scent. How long had it been since the gryphon curled up behind him? Five weeks? Corvan found himself fantasizing about the day Montithak would return.
Only a week ago, Phamas had congratulated Corvan on his Morneren. While his accent was still quite thick, the man could now easily read and write complicated sentences. Phamas and Rue could now easily converse for hours before Corvan would have to ask for clarification on a work or phrase.
“It is true Corvan. You have done quite well in such a short amount of time.” Phamas said, tapping his hand on eight thick volumes beside him. “I’ll leave a Morneren dictionary here with you for you to study on your own. I’ll also be back from time to time to give you some more books that I think you’d like. Maybe that way you can ask the book instead of me… teneme.”
At that Phamas let out a small laugh, placing his free paw on Corvan’s shoulder.
The all-too embarrassing incident Phamas was referring to had happened after the first week of Rullaine’s training. Corvan had asked the cougar about the meaning of a few words the panther had been calling him.
The first was ‘machy’, a word used to describe someone’s grandfather in an endearing way. Phamas explained that the elderly wore their montas like robes and togas, similar to how Corvan wore his.
The second was Rullaine’s favorite. ‘Teneme’. Phamas laughed when Corvan asked what the word meant. It took some time for Phamas to word it properly.
“It is like… someone who is… untouched… In _that _way. Pure. Of no knowledge. Young. Foolish.” Phamas explained, grinning as he spoke. “It’s why you wear the fanulcrum. ‘Teneme’ is a name for your innocence.”
“She’s… calling me a virgin?” Corvan asked, blushing.
Phamas held back a laugh. “Is that what humans call it? For us, it is quite unusual for someone your age to still wear the traditional garbs. The older you are, the more embarrassing it is to be called teneme. Which must also be why she likes to call you machy.”
Phamas chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “Old virgin.”
Corvan’s cheeks burned hot with embarrassment. He could barely form complete Morneren sentences as he continued his studies with Phamas.
After that, Corvan had made it a point to not give Ruellaine any excuse to point fun at him. The day Corvan showed up to training wearing a loincloth above his fanulcrum, it took the panthress almost the entire afternoon before she could come up with a witty joke about the loincloth.
“That’s enough running for today, Corvan. That lap was your last.” Rue exclaimed, a bored expression plastered over her face.
Corvan slowly jogged to a halt in front of Ruellaine, the man barely out of breath.
“Already? I could go for a few more miles if you wish.” Corvan offered, making an effort to tie the loincloth tighter around his waist.
Corvan was surprised to see Rue wave her arm dismissively at him.
“No. There’s no point. You’re hardly struggling any more. It’s no fun watching you run if you barely break a sweat.”
Corvan cracked a smile, puffing his chest out subconsciously. Ruellaine frowned at that, scoffing to herself.
“If only you weren’t teneme, machy. Then I’d at least get a nice view from time to time.” Rue grinned, eyes locked on Corvan’s loincloth.
“W-what?” Corvan stammered, taken aback by her brazen statement.
“I’m saying that it’s about time you found someone who you’d like to fuck, machy. Then at least we can get rid of these silly fanulcrum and I can finally find out what a human’s packing.” Rue chuckled to herself, lifting the fabric of Corvan’s loin up. He blushed, stretching the matras back down over his fanulcrum-covered crotch. That only seemed to make Rue laugh more.
“Although I still think you’ll always be my little teneme.” Rue said, ruffling Corvan’s brown locks.
“And look at this! You’ve been here for so long you’re actually starting to grow some fur!” Rue chuckled, slapping Corvan’s cheek with one paw.
She was talking about his beard, of course. Corvan had spent over three months in the Order now. His short hair had grown into long unkempt curls.
“Soon enough you’ll have a tail as well, machy! Maybe then you wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb.” She teased, swishing her tail back in forth in a taunting fashion.
“Will I really?” Corvan asked meekly, his self-conscious slipping through.
Rue paused at the question.
“Well… Our culture here is quite diverse, Corvan. But humans are a rare sight in our lands.” Ruellaine said, dropping all joviality from her voice.
The two stood in silence, staring at one another. Suddenly Ruellaine cracked a smile and cracked a smile.
“But don’t let that stop you, teneme. I’m sure someone out there will raise their tail for you.” At that she laughed, slapping Corvan on the shoulder.
Corvan wrapped his arms around the pillow, hugging it tightly. His mind slowly traveling back to Montihak. He imagined the man’s paw on his hip, the soft vibrations of Monty’s hums rolling through his body. The front of Corvan’s fanulcrum strained outwards as Corvan imagined Montihak’s hand travelling down his waist, fingers pressing up against his member. Corvan moaned into his pillow as he slowly rolled his hips into the large bed.
How would it feel to explore the warrior’s body, his own hands traveling across the gryphon’s body? To touch him the way Montihak had touched him?
Oh, how badly Corvan wanted Montihak to be here right now. The human gasped in pleasure as he imagined the Captain walking in on him, Corvan’s hips thrusting into Monty’s bed with wild abandon. Corvan gripped the sheets tightly as he imagined Montihak seizing him… touching him… fucking him…
Corvan moaned aloud as the pleasure became too much to bear. Seed spilled forth from his cock in spurts, dampening the fabric of his fanulcrum. Corvan curled his toes as he rode his orgasm through to the end. Cum seeped across his stomach as he breathed in deeply, taking in all of Montihak’s scent as he could.
What would Montihak think of him now? Would he be proud of Corvan’s accomplishments? Or would his growing lust for the gryphon dissuade the bird? Corvan’s mind raced as he imagined thousands of possibilities. Did Montihak like men? Would he find his human features attractive? Corvan hugged the pillow tighter, the human’s shame soaking into the warrior’s bed as he continued to fret.
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