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Episode X - Stream

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The heavy noise of snoring awakens me, the sun is still down and night is still surrounding the tent while I turn my head to see who's wheezing so deep. It seems to be coming from Cid's direction, but Amarant and Hezmush were accommodating in that zone too, so I'm not sure. It wasn't the first time I woke up, bothered by something I didn't realize was upsetting to me. I open my eyes, now I'm wide awake, yet I have no idea what time it is. The birds are starting to chirp softly though, somehow I figure the sunlight is not far from coming out.

I get up quietly and pace silently towards the tent's entrance. I turn my back wondering why I was still with this crowd, getting onward with these gentlemen. I sight and keep moving forth, inquiring comfort in the early cold morning air. My legs touch the soft grass of the Moonflow's meadow. A gentle dew covers the blades, wetting my feet. I walk towards the shore, into a section where tall grass is whistling along with the breeze. I take off my clothes and with a splash submerge myself into the water. It is cold, yet the feeling of refreshment makes me feel good.

I can't even remember the last time I took a proper bath. I assume it must've in a while, but since the incident in Cid and Barrett's airship, my mind kept struggling in remembering stuff like this... my last proper meal, the last time I went shopping or went to the tailor to get something to dress in public. Here my only garments are a useful fundoshi and a collection of waist belts. I guess the tropical weather of Spira was something I knew before coming, but somehow I can't remember.

Young Pyreflies float on the river's surface, the stream I'm bathing in is small, compared to the main river, which is so big and the current seems to be quite strong. A distant honking sound fills the air, it seems the Shoopuf are now awake. I was right in thinking the sunrise was near.

The warmth of my body is now good enough to make me enjoy the cold water, so I decide to swim near the shore for a while. Feeling the current through my heavy sac, for a second I feel the tingly bites of some small fish, perhaps attracted by my smell and cleaning up my hole with their tiny mouths. It feels wondrous.

I submerge into the water, open my eyes, and get impressed by the bank of panfish eating my shedding hair and skin. A cluster is surrounding me. I am amused by their colors, all shining with the first rays of daylight piercing the surface of the water. My breathing runs low, so I decide to come out and take a breath.

To my surprise, a few feet apart is Kimahri, naked and turning in shock to find me raising all wet and tall. I had been submerging myself to this point but my feet touching the river's floor made the water reach only below my testicles, so Kimahri is now watching me completely naked and with nothing but a fully erect penis between my legs, saying 'hi' to his now blushed face.

"Oh, sorry." I said tensely, "I didn't, I mean, I-"

Ashamed and realizing I'm greeting him with a hard-on, I sip my body down into the water. The fish feasting on my asshole doesn't help in making my boner go low.

Kimahri chuckles innocently. A smile. It's the first time I saw him smile in front of me. Lately, I've been so rude to him... "It's ok, it's me who needs to apologize, I didn't see your clothes on the shore."

"Oh," I can't seem to speak out as strong as I did when Amarant talked to us about the Lufeninan magyck blocking my memories. Yet I try to do so. Back then the breaking of veils with Amarant encouraged me to feel like a former self I didn't know I was. Making me wonder if I could force a nicer attitude towards Kimahri. He was going through so much trouble for me after all.

"Thank you for helping me," I said, rubbing my neck with a bit of shame, which he found somewhat charming, his look said it all.

"I'm glad to help," He said, trying to be cautious and simple with his replies.

"So, Lufenian macgyck huh?" I said, trying to begin small talk but also to learn what we were up against.

"Oh?" Kimahri looked at me puzzled, perhaps he thought it was a topic I had already, but yesterday's conversation was interrupted by Hezmush. I had been unaware of what an Eidolon even was. "I forgot, I never talked to you about them," he continued, ending his sentence with a cute chuckle.

He swims closer to me, leaving the shore behind and floating on the water without any support below. Without hesitation, Kimahri starts talking about it.

Lufeninans extracted power from sacred beings called Eidolons, spirits of great strength. Their divine energies were shared willingly with the Lufeninans, who in time learned to master "The Flow".

"It's like some kind of stream," says Kimahri, "like the symbiotic relationship of the Moonflow and Pyreflies." He points at the baby-like spots of light following the stream. "Energy from the Eidolons runs invisibly into this current, Lufeninas managed to channel this stream and direct it through their bodies, obtaining Godlike powers."

They called them The Avatars, for their handling of witchcraft, was staggering. They would perform miracles, make the water turn into wine, raise the dead or even sprout a forest overnight.

"Eidolons are only a species of spirits that dwelt in the past," he explained, "their offspring and kin are still among us... but naturally, people with mean intentions sought only after them, almost exclusively. They found a way to recognize The Flow and managed to channel only a portion of it. But these people... they used crystals, which would imprison the flow and make it harder for Eidolons and Lufeninan to keep an interrupted bond."

"So, after the great war, the clergymen who survived the fall of Lufenia sealed them in these artificial crystals," I recited this sentence as if from citing a memory or a book. Kimahri's mouth turned into a wide smile, perhaps this was some kind of memory erupting from my dormant library. Perhaps he lied at the start and had previously talked about these creatures.

"When the Lufeninan separated the Eidolons," added Kimahri, "they also separated the ultimate event these nine creatures constitute when free and together."

Nobody knows the name Lufeniann gave to this... energy. But those who repeat the legends call it Vitrum Ultimae. Legend has it only those pure of heart can touch a Lufeninan Shard, any unworthy creature is annihilated almost immediately.

In the distance, we hear the roar of engines. Barrett was landing not far from the campsite, just above the stream. A large wave comes our way. Something in me awakens, so I hold Kimahri's body and protect him from the water's impact with my large body, carrying him in my arms. He is so tiny.

[gabogabito]

BCXVI

Junio, 2019

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Episode IX - Lufenian Eidolith

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"It's beautiful," I said while one of my paws got gently wet when touching the water of the stream we were navigating on. For the last three days, we had been sailing on the shores of Djose, making the least time we could towards the Moonflow.

"You should see it at night," said Hezmush, his sweet voice making my ears go into the position of shyness right away. "It's a gorgeous sight, you and Kimahri surely would love to-" He paused, pretending to care about our recent breakup.

During the time of our detour from Djose towards the Moonflow, Hezmush had been giving away tiny flirting signs, all whenever Kimahri wouldn't notice him of course. Whenever Kimahri isolated, Hez would pass by my side minutes later and drop phrases like "If it weren't for Kimahri, I would already be hitting on you sweetie," or "we should hang out one day, you and I." All of these ending with a wink of some sort, one time he even stuck his tongue out. I was aroused.

As for me... I felt something tingling inside me, yet felt an awkward sensation. As if getting to know him better would be something I shouldn't be making.

Kimahri on the other hand had been quiet, he understood that hearing his voice suddenly made my fur stand on its end. At first, he was confused, I could see in his look that this was, perhaps, not the first time he saw my hairs react in such thrill. His usual smile suddenly turned into a saddened face, I felt terrible too... so ashamed of disliking him without reason, I had no balls to address the issue or talk about it.

"We Should be reaching that shaggy old Salamander friend of mine," interrupted Cid, coming out of Hezmush's cabin while buttoning his trousers up. "He tends to move the camp around, but I'm sure he's around here, we paid him a visit just a week ago."

"I hope he can help," replied Kimahri, "I'm eager to hear what he can find out." He turned at me and looked straight at my eyes while finishing his sentence.

A few minutes pass with the three of us in a quiet mood. We left Barrett at Djose to fix the ship for a while, if he succeeded, he would come to pick us up. Cid missed him, we would constantly stumble with him, shamelessly pulling out his erect cock and stroking to it while seeing some recorded clips and photographs on his portable screen device, it usually was Barret's fat ass being fucked by Cid's large dick. Both enjoyed recording their sessions to enjoy them whenever they would be separate or inviting others to join their adventures during business trips.

Kimahri would simply turn the opposite direction and try to give him privacy, but Hez would stay around while doing stuff and pretend not to care about Cid's moans while peeking on him few feet away.

As for me... well, hearing those passionate masturbations of his made me feel odd. I certainly knew that sex was something sacred, I mean, Cid and Barret's love was genuine, they made it clear for me before we boarded Hez's ship. But they had no shame when having 'fun' while doing what couples in love do.

A few times I peeked at him, some while he started, others while he finished and large shots of cum spurted all over, staining the carpets and leaving his clothes smelling of chlorine.

I knew I had lived those experiences as well, the eating of my ass, my manhood being sucked gently until my semen covered up the place and face of someone...

"Ah! I think we are finally here!" yelled Cid, loosely buttoning his crotch and putting away his pornographic comforter. We all exited the cabin, Cid hastily waving towards a rustic campsite. While Yelling "So vneaht, so vneath!"

So vneaht? Was he speaking another language?

To our surprise, a greyish green-skinned colored man came out of the tent, his face was mostly covered in a tangle of gingery dreadlocks. His body was in the nude except for a graceful fundoshi concealing his genitals, he was mostly covered in fascinating tattoos and marks. His bearded chin gave a wide smile, while his large ape-like arms waved us in almost a rhythmic greeting. "Syo dra kutacc Adnu pa fedr oui," he yelled us back, "E famlusa oui so vneahtc."

"It's the AlBhed tongue," whispered Hezmush to my ears, "don't worry, this is a greeting some adepts of Etro developed through the years, we might not need a translator. Relax."

Hezmush gave me a quick rub on my shoulders, ending with a quick pat at the back. Cid couldn't wait to reach the shore, so he jumped out of the boat, swam, and greeted his friend "Amarant!" he yelled, while both kissed each other so passionately... A flash hit my head while watching them both, suddenly it was me and Kimahri, both nude in the wild, against hard cold stone floors and walls.

My vision is interrupted by no other than Kimahri, who accidentally stumbles and trips down towards me. I catch him in my arms. He is so tiny compared to my overall size. Suddenly I smile at him, his eyes shine and he smiles back.

"Well, well, what have we here?" demands Amarant, while hugging so friendly Hezmush, then Kimahri, and finally me. "You should've told me you wanted an orgy Cid!" All start to laugh but I, probably because I didn't catch the joke.

Cid tries to suppress his wild libido and starts explaining to his friend (who he constantly called Salamander), the reason for our visit. Amarant's tent is like a spiritual shrine, full of charms, bells, and decorations that shine with the few Pyreflies and candle lamps he has dimly lit. Nightfall is nearing us, so he pulls out luxurious cushions and blankets in case we want a sleepover.

"We need to know if you can help us identify his Maladie," finished Cid, while pointing in my direction with a nod. Amarant scratches his chin and wets his lips with his tongue. He asks if the situation is urgent, he probably was about to go to sleep soon. Cid answers in a begging manner that the situation cannot wait.

Annoyed, Amarant looks above us, as if trying to find a sign of distress in any of his charms hanging on the ceiling. He gives a soft 'yes' and proceeds to pull down a large claw hanging on a leather string. He gives a soft kiss to the item and proceeds to put it around my furry neck.

"I know you are not used to being touched by strangers," he says to me in a kind voice, somehow he accurately read my thoughts at the moment, yet I believed my corporal language gave me away, "but my ways are effective. Controversial, I must admit... but effective."

I understand his speech. Probably he would have to engage more intimately with me to understand what is the state of my disease. "I accept your methods," I respond without thought. I DO want to know what is the matter with me.

"Good." Amarant gives his commands, he needs me to lie down in the center of the tent, comfortable and without gears on me. I agree without hesitation. We are all boys after all. Although I blush heavily while my gaze crosses with that of Hezmush and Kimahri. I try to understand that maybe the whole party will stay to watch, but after a few minutes, Amarant asks everyone to leave. Perhaps he needs privacy to summon spirits of some kind.

After my company is out, he unties his fundoshi and starts his rituals. At first, I'm nervous, but slowly I can smell an incense so sweet. It makes me feel calm and slightly dizzy. He chants and prays while rubbing delicious oils in my chest, passing through my belly and then all over my genitals. It feels like an erotic massage to me.

He stops his chants. Then sings a soft prayer into my ears, which makes me go into a state of slumber.

At first, everything is dark, then I feel my body wet, floating on the surface of a pond in the middle of the dark.

"Hello?" I whisper, an echo resonating through the area. Somehow I understand this is my unconscious of some kind.

"Hello, my friend," replies Amarant, he is right next to me, yet his voice is all around.

Defying laws of physics I get up on a solid floor, still wet. "Is that you?" I ask. Out of nowhere, a body materializes next to me, it's Amarant.

He grabs my hand and kisses the back of my paw.

"I will be your guide," he explains, "hold my hand and walk along. If we want to find out what happened, we'll have to go through some veils."

"Some veils?" I ask. Suddenly I feel my crotch getting warm and a visible erection pops up. I try to apologize for it, but Amarant says I must not be ashamed of it, he has one as well, yet I only notice it until he points it out.

"To maintain our connection you must enter my body," he explains, "I will not Lie, you feel amazing."

We both let out a low chuckle. I guess I can't help but enjoy the ride.

We keep walking for a couple of minutes. At first, I'm quiet, but he is humming that tune that made me go into stasis again.

"Sometimes I feel that I know him," I say, more comfortable now that he seems to give me time to open up willingly.

"You do?"

"Yes," I continue, "as if Kimahri and I are close somehow, a hunch I feel all over my body, my chest starts to race and I want to hug him madly...! Yet the idea makes me sick..."

"What happened the night you fell into a coma?"

"I have no idea... they say we were asleep...."

"And?" Amarant and I stand face to face, he holds both my hands and we are now floating in the void, yellow and golden hues surround us.

"Someone came into our room," I continue, somehow speaking suppressed memories. "I felt how a dark presence was approaching me, it penetrated my mind and found its way into my dreams." I was questioning how violated I felt when I realized something new, "he could read me completely, found out I was human within but hideous outside."

"That explains why you feel torn," tells Amarant, "probably this intruder tore a half of you, but was unable to touch your human heart." He hesitates and asks, "did you see the face of this creature?"

"Yes." My reply is solid, yet I hesitate. "But I can't see him... not anymore..." I struggle for a second, suddenly I feel my eyes and mouth open wide, a burst of light coming out of them as if I were in a kind of supernatural trance.

I can see myself, my spirit is exiting this body I did for myself within my mind. Amarant is embracing the lights and turns to hug me from behind. I turn towards his direction and see what's going on, somehow the rays flooding out of my cavities are unfolding into visions. As if I were screening the events of that night. I see how a black shadow is on top of my body, pulling out my fundoshi and arousing my genitals with a cold touch.

Kimahri is next to me, but he doesn't notice the intruder. The vision reforms into particles, shaping the shadow and myself, both kissing. I ejaculate and he eats all of my seed. I try hard to see who he is, but when I'm about to unveil the stuff covering his face I wake up.

"STOP!" I roar. Amarant is surrounding my neck with his ape-like arms, hugging me tightly while my cock pops out of his hole, juices oozing out and wetting between us. I come to my senses and realize I'm out of the trance.

"Amarant is panting and damped in sweat, his dreadlocks tied up on a ponytail. I can see his face completely.

Panting he replies "You... are... a bull... honey."

I find myself sitting down, grabbing him by those tiny hips, and realizing I was probably fucking the guts out of his mind while being in our stupor. I imagined I would be still.

Amarant tries to get up but falls to his knees, I figure he took the ride of his life. And I didn't even enjoy it!

"I apologize," he says, while I assist him to stand up and walk him to a nearby couch full of silk sheets and soft pillows. "You must've been the victim of some powerful magycks... and oh goddesses! You are so in love with Kimahri. I felt every inch of it," he made a pause, reluctant to speak, yet he does, "you are a victim of some powerful dark spell... and I don't think there is an easy way to benefit you, at least not from me."

And if it's not you then who? Who is going to help me? I never felt this way, shattered within and feeling sick of someone who makes me taste special feelings... yet tempted to be into an affair with a man I just met.

Amarant tries to regulate his breath, I bring a glass full of freshwater, which our tired guru sips eagerly. Then give him a minute of silence, I tie down my undergarments and put on my belt. Amarant asks me to stay by the door, he says that coming out of the tent without me would not be beneficial for us.

"Usually I don't have a problem with leaving people I connect with right away," he explains, "but the link we accomplish was so strong... I'm worried you might experience... side effects."

After he rubs out the sweat off his body and ties up a fresh piece of cloth around his pubic area, Amarant grabs me by the arm. He is now limping and needs me to help him walk. "It's been a while since somebody forced me to use a cane to help me walk," he chuckles.

The guys are outside, sitting by the shore. Kimahri is the first to see me, he gets up and approaches. Hezmush wants to come too, but Cid holds his arm and gently asks him to leave us be. I happen to see him rubbing his crotch, implying they might jack off each other while the wait is up.

"Oh boy, we have a problem," Amarant speaks right after Kimahri is within hearing range.

"How did it go?" asks Kimahri. I divert my gaze, ashamedly. If only I could explain that I broke Amaran't ass hole.

"We did well," replied Amarant quickly, winking at me, he sat down at a log that had the shape of his buttocks carved in because of all the time he spent sitting on it. "But the news... not good. Are you sure you want to hear them too?" Kimahri nods, he has decided to help me out no matter what.

"There is no impossible for me to handle," he assures.

Amarant explains the situation, "Lufenian Magyck," he says. "Are you familiar with the term? It's one of the most ancient kinds of powers to ever step foot on our world."

Lufenia was a civilization that was so great yet their fall down was inevitable due to the power they harvested. To conceal the practice of Lufeninan magycks the ancient survivors locked down their greatest sources of power into synthetically refined crystals: the Eidoliths.

"But they are legends," replies Kimahri, "midwife stories to scare children. Even as a kid I was told those tales."

"Oh my child, you would be surprised at how many legends end up being true. Many thought Etro was."

"Well, assuming you are right," continues Kimahri, "how can we break a Lufeninan spell?"

Amarant chuckles in shame and explains there is no way. "Kill the caster if you can," he adds, "the spell is locked with an identity veil, something the Eidolith can grant to the one who curses. If you want the strength to break this affliction, you must find a Goldling Lufeninan Crystal."

Kimahri stays in silence, Amarant knows he said something practically impossible to get. If Lufeninan Crystals were the containers used to seal this antique civilization's magycks... it would be obvious that most of them were hidden who knows where, if not already lost.

"There are many tales," adds Amarant, "yet some of them might or might not be where these tales talk about. I would recommend you reach someone who might be accustomed to the lore of Lufenia. I know little and my understanding is limited."

"Would Yuna know about them?" asks Kimahri.

"Probably," replies Amarant, "she doesn't stop being a summoner. Eidoliths hold the power of creatures that are alike Aeons."

"Then it's decided," I say without thinking, Kimahri looks at me with some kind of relief. I try to turn down my voice, but I realize this was something I said from within my soul, so I make up my mind and finish the sentence: "We are to see Yuna. If she knows something, we could find out where the Eidolith might be hidden."

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Episode VIII - The Rock Road

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I was barely awake, in the background, I heard voices. Unable to recognize any of them. My head was a mess, I felt dizzy and the stench of semen felt so strong down my nostrils.

I made an effort to open my eyes and woke up.

"Beast?" A familiar voice said, "are you all right?" what seemed to be a lycanthrope with blue fur was now embracing me with a fresh, clean blanket. Next to me was a tall ebony gentleman, beside him a shorter caucasian with blonde hair. Both with worry looks on their faces, probably concerned about... me?

"I... " my voice was trembling, unsuited to speaking another word I felt short of breath. I fainted.

"He's not well, Kimahri," Barret said, "what happened?"

"I don't know," Kimahri said, "I sensed something, like a presence, then woke up and saw Beast struggling in his dreams, he was naked already. I thought I noticed some kind of shadow traversing the walls..."

Kimahri wasn't sure of what he saw. We were both asleep, during the night, how could he be sure of what he saw if darkness was engulfing the power of that bastard of Hezmush? Not even I noticed him, the moment I did it was already too late.

If any of us were alert, this could've never happened, yet here we were, me wearing my every memory of Kimahri while he suffered silently and helplessly.

Kimahri touched my body, his medicinal experience trying to figure out if this was a medical condition. While searching my naked genitals he saw a brand, "this wasn't there before" he said in concern, "do any of you recognize this?"

Cid and Baret both leaned to look a bit closer at me, the burnt shape of a geometrical glyph was imprinted on my skin. It looked fresh and felt still warm to the touch. Barret gave a soft shaking of his head, while Cid stood thinking and looking on it for a bit longer. Lastly, turning his head and nodding towards Kimahri, Cid tried to explain.

"On one of my trips, a long time ago now, I encountered a couple of Galka knights, they came from Ivalice. One particular night we chatted until late hours, after a couple of drinks they showed off a particular collection made out of engraved crystals. They said these contained the essence of Espers, back then I thought they were making it all up..." gently caressing my crotch area, Cid gently brushed the tip of his fingers on the glyph, "somehow this brand resembles a lot the structure of those seals."

A silence formed between them. Barret was surprised to hear a new story he didn't know about, and Kimahri trying to understand if the magic involved in this enchantment would be with bad intentions.

"I have a friend," continued Cid, "Amarant Coral, long friendship bond between us. He lives at the shores of the Moonflow. I'm sure he'll know what's occurring to Beast."

"Is it safe to take him in this state?" Kimahri asked.

"The sooner the better," replied Cid, "this is no common condition, something obscure and mysterious is surrounding this situation. You two provide Beast," continued Cid, pointing at both Barret and Kimahri, "clean him up and lie him down. I'll make sure we get there before sunrise."

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It was quiet all over again when I woke up. Probably what I needed was some rest, just like lovers do after an intense fuck, my body was tired of getting so much action.

I noticed my fundoshi was on again, this time wet, while the cotton rubbed the tip of my leaking penis. I tried not to make any noise, the glow of a finishing candle let me see that the ebony man was sleeping on a couch next to me, wearing only his mesh tank top and a comfortable jockstrap, the blue lycanthrope was fast asleep in the bed beside me; covered only by some silky-sheer fundoshi.

I aroused and stared at him in confusion, why was he making me feel emotional, yet I didn't know who he was? I was scared to be somewhere where I didn't know anyone, yet I felt safe.

"Beast?" said the blue lycanthrope in a low whisper, waking up from his nap and drawing a smile while he saw me awoke.

BAM!

A blast, followed by a shaking of the ship, interrupted the loose connection seconds we held. The candle finished burning and in a couple of flashes, glowing red lights appeared on the floor. The ebony man woke up alarmed, trying to figure out if the intruder was back again.

"Kimahri? Beast? Are you alright?" He said.

"I don't know Barret, a blast, then lights turned red," answered the lycanthrope... whose name I now knew was Kimahri.

"We must be having a malfunction."

At this moment my head started to ache, even more, after the pitch of a siren drilled my ears after being activated. Barret instructed us both to get up and start moving into the dock, if anything happened, the safest place in the airship would be that.

Somehow being around Barret and walking through the halls of this airship seemed familiar, Kimahri helped me walk down to the docks, I admit being surprised by how strong he was, compared to both our proportions... in the back of my mind his guarding behavior towards me was incorrect as if I should be rejecting his aid or even his touch. I started sensing a sort of aversion towards him, somehow his name echoed like a bad deja vu previously endured.

"Hold on to something!" Cid yelled to us, "this is going to be a rough landing!"

And rough it was indeed, so hard we hit the sands that I fell into the platform, hitting hard the iron plates of the place I stood. Kimahri tried to lift me, reaching his hand to hug me up, but I rejected his help. Confused, he tried to assist me again.

"You are still weak," he said trembling, "let me help you-"

But I was sick of him.

Somehow I had this urge to run apart from him, far as I could, and never see him again. Barret and Cid were diverted trying to figure out the data displayed by a screen that popped out from their board. While doing so the gates to the outside opened behind me, making me roll backward into the beach.

I was wet with salty water, quickly examined my surroundings, only to notice a large dim shore, cold and with a thunderstorm in its vicinity. I was weak for certain, wished for help or someone to reach into my rescue, but not Kimahri.

Anyone but him.

"Beast!" Kimahri shouted, "Beast, wait!"

Without hesitation, I stood up and rushed. Fled away from him, his voice or his presence. Kimahri and Barret went after me, shouting my name and ordering me to stop, that it was unsafe to wander alone in this area; but I was desperate to get away from him. Somehow I felt safe while getting away from him, making me believe anyplace was better.

The shore finished and rough gravel felt under my paws. I was following a path towards a narrow complex of rock formations. I wanted to get them lost... but somehow the lost one was me. I was now facing a dead-end in the dark, seeing how gliding lights surrounded my feet. While leaning against a wall I felt how it moved.

In no time I was facing what looked like a corpse stuck on petrified sediment formations as if the wall itself were alive because of the skeletal figure trapped in it.

The headaches came back, my breath was short, perhaps I pushed myself too much trying to run away from Kimahri. A faint spell fell upon me, blinding my sight and making me weaker enough to stumble hard on the soil. 

An odd sensation overran my body and the warm touch of something good ran into it. The call of someone I perfectly knew sounded through the cave walls, serious, as if attempting to explain something to me.

"You've been a naughty boy," he said "you are lucky I've been following you two for a while. I'm impressed by how my curse made you feel sick enough of Kimahri... that you chose to better flee from him."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm your one and only master," he replied. "Your lover: the only being you ever loved and always will."

-

The next thing I remember was someone holding my hand. It was warm and the touch of it was so familiar that it made me feel happy, just as the latest feeling I tasted in the caves. I opened my eyes and saw a gorgeous man with soft skin, smooth hair, and a manly beard covering his chin.

"Hello gorgeous," said the stranger, "finally waking up from your nap?"

I remained quiet, was so blushed already and I had no idea why. Kimahri saw my expression and, as if reading my thoughts, spoke my mind.

"Maybe we should let him rest," he said, "it's been quite an eventful date, I assume you must be exhausted."

And just like that, all the guys in the room went, granting me the space I yearned so great. Outside the party maintained a serious talk, even after my tiredness, curiosity was big enough to make me overhear their conversation.

"This is no ordinary memory loss," said the one who woke me up, called Hezmush. "I think he might be under the influence of some dark magic."

"We both think the same," replied Barret, probably referring to Cid as well, "Beast was a shiny self the moment we met him, something in him denotes change. We were thinking of bringing him to the Moonflow, but our generator has been damaged."

"Well, I can steer you if you want," said Hezmush in a humble voice, "I was about to head across to reach Bevelle, I can always take a small detour. Maybe I can join your party if you want."

"That would be such a good idea," replied Kimahri, "I would be grateful for your aid Hez, always so generous."

"Nah, don't worry, I want to help. You both looked so happy back at Kilika, you need it."

'Happy back at Kilika?' I asked myself in a whisper, I guess... I remembered Kilika port and then someone slapping hard at my ass. This last memory left me with a shy sensation. Still... all of the things I lived there, and even those before, I only had the picture of myself: alone.

Hezmush was talking about me and Kimahri as if both were a couple to...

"... get married," ended Hezmush. My thoughts and his speech matched right at the moment he completed that sentence.

"Tonight we rest," ordered Cid, captain of the airship, "tomorrow morning we, Hezmush and Beast navigate to the Moonflow, Barret can stay and manage the fixings alone, don't ya baby?"

"You know I can, you son of a bitch."

End of Act 3

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Episode VII - The Curse

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Cid and Barret were quite far from our room, so we heard faintly their moaning and pounding while both enjoyed a night full of steaming foreplay. Kimahri and I were so tired... we barely could stand anymore. So it was obvious to shut out our minds the minute we hit the pillow and closed our eyes.

Sorting out the conflict of getting to Bevelle kept us so busy, that we didn’t notice a fifth visitor was aboard with us.

The airship had a passenger detection mechanism that made us register when we embarked, ‘Jacky’ was the AI that made sure everything ran properly once in flight… but Hezmush was a sneaky Galka and with enough tricks under the sleeve to keep himself undetected.

He walked silently in the middle of the night, his steps so light that even the engines were noisier than him. It was obvious he would be following us wherever we went, like a shadow. Since his main traveling device was a ship, he probably had been walking about right behind our footsteps.

I still didn’t know why he was so eager to get his hands on us. It was clear he was hesitant to get my throat and see the blood running down his bare hands. I still wonder what made him hold himself that long.

His magic powers were dark and powerful enough to shift himself into a fog so thin, he would get himself into our cabin without even opening the door or turning on the lamps.

I assumed a spell was cast upon the airship, although none of us noticed right away since, by the time he reached me, everyone was fast asleep.

Hezmush knew dark magyks, ancient spells that enabled him to intrude inside the subconscious of any living creature. At first, everything was normal in my mind, dreaming was never better... but then I saw someone approaching me. I was standing lonely in the dark. His face was not visible at first, but when he spoke, my psyche allowed me to see his true nature.

“I’ve been wanting this moment for so long,” he said, “you make my balls ache and my dick turns red for staying hard all day and night.”

“Why are you pursuing us?” I asked, unwilling to let my guard down. “Our first night… was that a vision too?”

“No,” he replied quickly, “that was very real.”

“Don’t come any closer…” I warned him, while he walked gently towards me.

“Oh, but you can’t harm me here,” he replied, “you see, dreams are one of my specialties... You look so gorgeous under heavy slumber… and your cock gets so hard by the touch of clean bedsheets.”

I tried to gather my knuckles to let him know what I thought of his sexual desires towards me. But I was unable to even twitch my fingers. He made something to me: I was invisibly tied down, incapable of moving even an inch.

“Tonight you will love me,” continued Hezmush, “I will taste your flesh and you… you will get a taste of mine as well.”

While approaching, a sexual desire grew within me, I felt an erection, arising and pointing north so fast that even I was dazzled… did I want to get laid with someone else rather than Kimahri so badly?

I tried to look away.

But he wasn’t looking for a kiss, at least not right now. His hands went directly towards the knots of my fundoshi and in a pinch, my hard penis darted out of its shelter. The heat of his tongue and a loving salivating mouth reached the tip, followed by the length of my whole iron.

His throat was swallowing it deep, more profound than Kimahri’s.

I let go of a quiet moan.

“Oh don’t resist,” he replied while handling with a tight fist my manhood and patting the head against his bearded cheeks. “I am a good sucker, father always came in my mouth.”

He kept going on, each lick and thrust of his mouth made me go mad. I knew this was wrong, but it felt so good and somehow I was so eager to get it. Hezmush was no amateur, he didn’t lie when stating those intimate details between him and his father.

My balls were pleading to be discharged, but I strongly refused them. I wasn’t willing to let this monster enjoy a drop of my sweet cum. That was all Kimahri's property!

“You are a hard one,” he continued, this time spreading his tongue down and now plunging it inside my tight hole. “You’ve learned how to resist. But for me… I learned how to oblige.”

Out of a sudden, we were having an unbelievable battle of desire. Me, trying to resist my wild sexual instincts, and him; trying to make me ooze even the tiniest drop of white, creamy semen inside his mouth.

It felt endless to me, but he was stronger and far compelling. He possessed some sort of magic I’ve never faced before, not even the Enchantress had bestowed upon me a spell so powerful.

I came. Let go of a moan so loud I thought it would not just be in my dreams, but real enough to awake Kimahri to help me out.

Hezmush was now drinking it all up, drop by drop, shot by shot.

I was dry.

Hezmush tried to clean up a couple of dripping cum strings from his lips. He sat on top of me and teased my hard cock with his butt cheeks, I was still throbbing.

“I knew you were different,” he said, “I knew… you were not common fur-folk.”

He knew.

Somehow, by tasting my seminal fluids, Hezmush figured out my true essence: a human concealed in the hideous form of a beast. I could see in his eyes the lust of power and excitement of engaging in a more furious, yet longer coitus with me.

“I am crazy for you, did you know that?” Hezmush was getting closer to my lips, “you’re mine. Kimahri doesn’t deserve you.”

He kissed me.

His tongue tasting of my cum and his collected sweet ass fluids swam into my throat. He was a good kisser. Even better than Kimahri...

Oh god… why was he even better than Kimahri in every way? So attractive, so classy, and so sensual… A large penis and with so much stamina in his hands. Would it be that I was still a selfish person after all? Only seeking what I want and not what I need?

I felt something within me break. Was this love? Or was this a heartbreak?

To my dismay, Hezmush vanished in a cloud of purple and green dust. I felt sick. Dizzy. Vomited? Kimahri was yelling loudly, echoing far away from me. I was on a cold, lonely beach: foggy and with the sun diminishing on the horizon, every second growing darker and impossible to remember my surroundings.

There was a distance between us.

Us? Who is ‘Us’?

But... Who are you?

Kimahri?

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Episode VI - The Alley

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“We should’ve turned left back at the plaza,” I said.

Kimahri yet again ignored my comment, justifying the directions a crazy old lady gave us six hours ago.

He turned his head right, then left. Again right, left, right… Usually, I have no problem with walking long distances, if I complain before it’s because the jungles of Besaid were damp and filthy.

A city, on the contrary, pleases me quite much. But the luxury sectors were now miles behind and, to be honest, the sight of the district we were walking right through didn’t seem to be… friendly.

“That sailor said it was straight ahead until reaching Sochen Alley…” Kimahri was uneasy already. I knew him enough already to understand he was about to admit we were lost.

“I think the city probably changed a bit since your last visit,” I said quietly.

While walking around, the faint glow of some neon lights started to boot up in several building signs. I knew this was a trendy thing to set up at Casinos and some other places, such as slum markets… but this time was different.

“I think we are more than just lost,” Kimahri stopped suddenly and lifted his arm, making me do so as well. “This is no Serendipity, we are in a dangerous place.”

In no time the businesses were running on and in multiple flashes, the neon signs lighted up, only by one. So much brightness blinded me for a second when I was capable of focusing my sight. A trio of muscled men was standing right in front of us.

One of them was wearing a modest hood that showed his chest, his long penis hanging between his legs, covered only by a loose and yellowish-stained jockstrap, ready to be pulled down. He came closer to me, enough to smell the scent of alcohol in his breath.

“You must be *hic* new ones...” a sight of lust, yet I felt somewhat uneasy around them. We were warriors, no trouble to kick their asses… but these guys were on their grounds and us… we were at a disadvantage.

“Alexander is right,” said the second one, wearing a tight thong and plenty of jewelry around his neck and arms, “they don’t seem to be used to the sight of us.”

“Indeed Armand,” said the biggest of them, who must’ve been the leading rentboy of the three. He held a large cigar between his fingers and smoked quite deeply into it. “But… we don’t like beasts in this part of the city. We only get laid with hairless creatures… unless you’re accommodated people from the Rabanastre Sector. We love to please the rich masters of the High Circles.”

This guy came closer to me, probably finding something in me he liked. Kimahri tried to start a guard position, but the tall, black guy named Armand rose a large staff with a pointy end onto his throat.

“We didn’t say you could move, Ronso filth.”

“Now, now,” said the smoking stud, his hands softly caressing the fur on my chest and then running down onto my bulge, “I said you were not welcome… yet, you are both delicious. Why don’t you join our freshly prepared accommodations? The night is young.”

I tried to step back, but he grabbed me by the balls and quickly blew his smoke onto my face. The younger ones were cracking their knuckles and licking their tongues. It was clear they were introducing their fists rather than their cocks.

I was getting mentally prepared to bust their asses, but out of a sudden someone behind knocked the Alexander and Armand guys with a single blow.

“Barret!” shouted Kimahri, while jumping at his arms to hug him tightly. I looked around and saw a white, blonde-haired man behind me just knocking out this prostitute that was holding me by the nuts. It seems his large muscles were only for the looks.

I assumed this second man to be Cid.

“That cocksucker of Cynthus,” exclaimed Cid, while making sure both of Cynthus’ minions remained on the floor, “always looking for a fight. Lucky for you, this time we were around.”

Cid turned to look at me and winked an eye. It was a relief to have someone around who was actually on Kimahri’s side. I was about to greet him nicely while noticing both of them were naked from their waist below.

I won’t lie, their manhoods and rumps were juicy enough to make me have a boner and salivate some precum… especially Cid… such a pretty boy. He reminded me of myself, on younger days...

“Why are you two naked?” asked Kimahri, noticing Barret's erection against his abs while hugging the big bull. A trace of precum sticking up into my fianceé’s stomach.

I remember Kimahri once brought them into a conversation, both were old comrades, from a battle they fought years ago with some alien creature. The aftermath led them together and something between them made them realize they were highly compatible.

Barret and Cid were one of the reasons he mentioned we should formalize our relationship and become engaged at Mt. Gagazet: if they were together, why shouldn't we?

I soon discovered their relationship was an inhibited one. After all, walking naked in the middle of the street was something normal to them, at least during their nightlife. Cid was tiny compared to Barret and hearing them talking made it clear he was pumping the gas into his large companion. Often, they would have some foreplay conversations and their dirty talking probably went out of hand.

Everything settled for a while after Kimahri asked them about Yuna.

“Yuna? Isn’t she a songstress now?”

“Yes,” replied Kimahri, “we mean if you know where she lives now.”

“Well, if you came to have a one-on-one visit you are a little bit late,” said Barret.

“She left two days ago. To Bevelle,” continued Cid, “insisted she had to intervene with some excavations taking place nearby Zanarkand.”

“Excavations?” I asked.

“The New Yevon Division insists they need to collect data and relics to help them improve our technology.” Barret explained, “since Zanarkand was the direct competitor of Bevelle it’s more likely to find lost technologies in the ruins.”

“But, taking a trip to Bevelle would take us weeks…” replied Kimahri, in a bit of anguish. He looked at me, hoping I had the answer to this new dilemma.

“We can take you,” insisted Cid in a happy mood, “our ship is not that fast, but from Lucca, it would take us only two days, less if we leave immediately.”

“Well,” I said, “we would appreciate it.”

The night was already behind us the moment Cid turned on the engines and put the airship on autopilot. This was probably one of the few times we had been aboard a large airship. The former ones only had small cabins with tiny little bunk beds.

But Cid’s airship was some luxurious transportation. The deck was quite impressive and when he showed us the large spare rooms they had, just in case ‘friendly’ visitors decided to stay the night with them, I figured this airship was larger than I saw from the outside.

For being two horny guys, the room was quite clean and tidy. In a corner Cid kept all the junk and leftovers their visitors forgot or left behind.

Among them were some spiked dildos and plenty of leather belts and harness stripes. I asked him if it was fine to look around the pile of ‘treasures’ they had just collected.

“It’s ok, take whatever you might like,” he turned around and left the dorm, “if there’s anything you need, just press the COMM. and ‘Jacky’ will take care of it.”

I turned to Kimahri, who was already taking off his clothes and untying his fundoshi in his typical ritualistic manner. “I suppose you’re not interested in any of these?” I pointed out the pile.

“You can take a look, I’m dying already.”

While Kimahri lied down I took some minutes to dig. I enjoyed looking at these kinds of piles because the bounty you could find was sometimes rewarding.

Last time I found myself seven hundred Gil, a sack full of mithril pearls, and a bottle with half elixir on it. Not much, but valuable enough to take us through a part of the journey, and healing some of my last battle wounds...

When I was about to give up, something shiny caught my attention. It was a small pendant, glowing and decorated with some simple gold strings around, with the shape of a rose.

“Well, we have a winner,” I said. Kimahri turned around, just in time to see the rose pendant I had just found pinning about a leather harness decorated with plenty of Roman Numbers.

“Well, I’m glad you found a rose you like.”

“Me too. It’s been a while since I had one in my hands… at least a real one, I mean.”

“There will be plenty where we’re going,” Kimahri said, “Bevelle has large gardens, in and out. All the city is decorated with the most luxurious plants ever seen. I will ask them to bring you a bouquet of roses right away.”

“Thank you,” I said while blushing and kissing him in return.

“I love you,” Kimahri said.

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Episode V - The Temple

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“They sure look tight,” I whispered, right after a guard from the lineup just passed us by. The first checkpoint was the toughest one to cross, yet the closer we got the more machina and heavy weaponry they carried. I wouldn’t be worried if these machines were the dumb kind, but most of them had integrated radars and some of them had been about to discover our hideouts about six times in a row.

Also, we both knew our sizes would be noticed at some point, after all, we were large. Especially me. But, Kimahri was swift enough to create diversions for me to move around, we had been lucky so far.

“I see no secret passage,” added Kimahri, “it should be here somewhere….”

“Maybe we can use the treetops?”

We both were doing our best, grabbing from the thickest branches we could find. I was about to finish crossing the path when, out of a sudden, a guard passed by and halted. I accidentally grabbed a branch that gave a slight crack, not to mention a couple of leafs dropped and fell next to the patrollers feet. Bad timing.

“Fuck…” I whispered.

When he was about to look up another noise came up, but this time it wasn’t me, nor Kimahri. I turned myself to Kimahri’s position, but he gave a gentle shook with his face while lifting his finger onto his snout.

Silence.

A distant sound, like the one of a sleighbell, sounded behind the trees. It came closer and closer. The young man ready himself into a guard position while looking around.

There it was: a tiny little creature, barely one foot tall.

The first time we encountered one of those things back at Kimahri’s place, we easily kicked their asses. Spooks were not a menace when encountered alone or in packs of three to six. But when they come in hordes they turn dangerous, and this time it was an horde of various mean species: Verdlet, Ahriman and those bloodthirsty Adora. I knew Bounty Hunters went after these plagues to get valuable loot, yet I always feared multiple presences; for they have the ability to protect themselves by summoning even stronger fiends.

But, I was curious of knowing how they got here, unto Spira… I mean, perhaps the boy beneath us was also aware of this, since right after he detected the horde he simply dashed away shouting for help, the mighty Defender beside ran after him.

The Imps and Spooks ran after their prey, while leaving a trace of glittering dust behind. I guess the coast was clear for now and we could start moving back again. After this checkpoint the path would be free of vigilance and we would finally make a proper research.

We both stepped down and found ourselves in a very damaged staircase. Perhaps a main entrance to the temple. The site looked like a war zone, still rotting corpses were lying on the ground, some fires burning, unnaturally. As expected, plenty of Pyreflies roamed in the area, looking for a place to rest or maybe drawn to our presence….

“I’m not sure this is a safe place to be,” I said without making a fuzz.

“Wakka only wants to be sure there is nothing wrong going on.”

“Well,” I replied, “this doesn’t seem to be a ‘good’ situation we’re into, if you know what I mean.”

“Hush-!”

The strong smell of burning coal filled the air, becoming dense each breath we took. I stood frozen, standing still on the middle of the extence yard when, out of a sudden, an invisible force knocked and blew us away, our bodies hitting hard the wall of soil at the end of the plaza.

“Damn!” I snarled, “that bastard, DISPELGA!”

In a flash my spell tore apart his invisibility cloak. Wakka’s assumptions were real: the creature materializing in front of me was indeed one of Yuna’s Aeons, this one being Ifrit.

“SLOWGA!” shouted Kimahri, in no time Ifirt was surrounded by long chains of his special time magic, halting his action and making him dumber in every move he did. “Quick!”

Kimahri had to ready up one of his special techniques, it was my duty to entertain this creature as long as possible. The effectiveness of Kimahri’s time magic didn’t last forever, it was just a matter of seconds before Ifrit would release from the chains.

It did.

But I countered his moves with a mighty hit form by iron gloves, weapons I made sure to purchase before we even arrived at Spira. I thought my hit was hard, yet the creature barely flinched. Kimahri had to maintain a shut sight and be unaware of what was going on between me and this Aeon.

Ifrit turned to look at me and grinned, a string of blood coming out of his snout due to my attack. I was sure going to get hit, he swinged his claws and managed to slash a bit of my skin. Immediately my fur was wet with a stain of reds. But I didn’t cared, Kimahri was soon reaching the climax of his attack.

Pressing my wound I chanted a healing spell, only to keep further loss of blood. Wounds as deep as mine were cured by magic of other sorts. Ifrit saw I was having a moment fo weakness, roared at me and changed the target of his attack. Clearly he was striding against Kimahri, who was about to cast Nova.

“Hey you!” I shouted, “Stop!” with my hands I directed the target of a second spell, I was trying to use strong time magic, which yet I wasn’t capable to master. Ifrit was so absorbed in chasing after Kimahri that he didn’t notice how I just froze his every bit still.

Opening his eyes, Kimahri summoned Nova, his strongest spell so far. A thin beam of white fell so quickly from the sky. Like a shooting star it crossed the Aeon directly through the skull. We were both expecting the creature to collapse, blow into thousand of Pyreflies and vanish, but the outcome of this quick battle puzzled us even more.

Ifrit froze and started to crystalize, turning into a magnificent sculpture of transparent material. The warm breeze blew away the smoke and dust we lift during the battle. I was confused, the creature barely held against our attacks and he wasn’t even resisting… would it be that he was expecting us?

“He…”

“He turned into a crystal,” said Kimahri.

“How is this possible?” I said, “I thought only L’Cie turned into crystals… ugh-”

“Beast-?”

I collapsed.

The threat was gone now, but one of us had to pay the price of this expedition. I knew we would get hurt, but I rather absorb the damage of both than letting Kimahri get hurt.

“No!”

“It-it’s nothing-” I coughed.

“No, I won’t let the wound to get you. I’ll fix this!”

In a rush Kimahri started to undress, taking his armor away from his furry body and slipping off his elaborate fundoshi. In no time the warmth of his body touched mine, he undressed me as well and made sure to rouse me.

“Kimahri-” I tried to stop him.

“No,” he replied, “I learned to use this kind of healing magic, taking you to a hospital right now is risky and we can’t lose time.”

“But you-”

“Hush.”

Kimahri shut my efforts to stop him by kissing me in the lips. He was certain of what to do and I couldn’t resist to his insistence. Both our lips meet, exchanging saliva in such a delicious manner.

Kimahri had to arouse me enough to make my bloodstream have a point of focus, that way he would cast a spell so strong that even the flesh would regenerate. But the cost of using this kind of magic implied a loss of energy and stamina, if he wasn’t ready to perform, he would be at the edge of death.

I felt him. Deep inside me he went and sensed how a torrent of warmth liquids soon filled my body. Praying to the gods was always my excuse to force Kimahri cum inside me, but… this time he did without hesitation. Perhaps… his seed had special properties that, unless noted, would not benefit the receiver?

I saw the clouds above us, Kimahri still penetrating my body and ejaculating one time after the other. I was focusing on the light of the moon above us. It shone so strong and gracefully, it was fore sure the best fuck I ever had. Kimahri was seeding me over and over again, until my ass was so full that drops of silver started to drip from within.

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Episode IV - The Encounter

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Morning came.

I woke up with the usual wood between my legs, a message from my bladder, retaining fluids that I wasn’t supposed to be drinking last night. Kimahri used to have the same issue too and we would both release the tension before starting our day.

But when I turned the only thing I touched was cold, empty bedsheets. This time Kimahri was not beside me. Somehow he was already up and nowhere to be seen, the same was for Wakka. Maybe both got out of bed early, we interrupted our discussion last night, perhaps they had some unspoken ideas to share.

I could not retain my urgency to pee any longer, I guess using my paws would’ve been enough, but it wasn’t my style to let loose of my cum without my soulmate beside me. So I got up and quickly found a spot at the balcony to release it all.

I was certain there were toilets around Wakka’s place, but I stopped being a prince a long time ago… and beasts like me weren’t used to toilets, unless surrounded by multitudes.

Afterwards I slipped my attires on and walked downstairs, the dining room was replenished with a new set of fruits and some cold meats. There was something boiling atop an improvised stove, I came closer, surprised Wakka was careless enough to leave fire lit while I was asleep.

“...please Kimahri, Yuna cannot know I told ya all of ‘tis, ya?” it was Wakka’s voice, almost like begging something out from Kimahri, “if she discovers our plan, she will refuse our help, ya?”

“I promise nothing,” Kimahri replied, “Yuna has the right to choose. She is a High Summoner and earned her title.”

Wakka and Kimahri stayed silent the second they noticed me. I’m sure Kimahri had obvious reasons of this kind of secrecy, I was bothered by the feeling… yet I trusted him.

The next series of events happened fast and to be honest I lost track of time. Wakka noticed the fire he had left and rushed to turn off the boiling pot, followed by breakfast. Afterwards, he insisted on inviting us to his private thermal spring reservoir, a quiet place where we ended up taking a relaxing bath. Wakka insisted the reason he built up his fortress at the Gemini Cliff was the springs, even though he and Kimahri knew Mt. Gagazet’s were the best ones.

The next thing I remember is waving him goodbye while making promises to see eachother again. Wakka still insisted on me to be his disciple and become the next Blitzball star, but I limited myself to reply “I would think about it.”

Once in the ferry that would take us to Kilika Port, I approached Kimahri. The sun was already setting at the horizon, we wouldn’t reach our destination until tomorrow morning, but I thought it was worth having a bit of communication before hitting on the bunk beds we managed to rent.

I wanted to tell him what happened last night. I mean, I knew I had to mention something earlier, but this was a private matter Wakka didn’t have to hear, especially when he was already busy worrying about Yuna and insisting on Kimahri to risk his life upon a suspicion. I thought it over and instead brought up my curiosity towards that moment early in the morning.

“What about it?” Kimahri replied, still looking at the horizon.

“I trust you,” I said, “but I was surprised you didn’t wake me up.”

“Wakka is worried about Yuna.”

“I know, he made that clear last night.”

“So, why are you concerned?” Kimahri looked at me in the eyes, smiling.

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” I replied, “Wakka is asking too much, to risk our lives upon something he has no data… what will I do if you die? We didn’t come here to get killed… do we?”

Kimahri remained quiet. “Is there something you wish to talk about?” he said, “did something… happened last night?”

“Maybe,” I replied back.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Keep something away from me,” said Kimahri.

I stood silent. It was a bit odd for me to explain how some Galka with teleporting and gliding abilities managed to grab my erected penis in the middle of the night and then vanished in the most threatening way.

“I had a nightmare last night,” I lied, “and I wasn’t happy with the setting or the ending of it.”

“Does this nightmare involved… us?”

“Yes…”

Kimahri turned and slowly wrapped his arms around me. A hug was the last thing I would expect from him, since he rarely gave me public signs of affection. At first I was confused, but Kimahri always hugged me in bed, in the shower and anywhere when we were all by ourselves. So I lied my head on his and responded with a gentle hug as well.

“Just promise you won’t do anything stupid,” I whispered.

“I promise.”

Kilika Port was not as large as Luca. When I inquired Kimahri about the stadium, the ships and all the balloons that he talked me about, he replied that I was confusing both places.

We certainly arrived early in the morning, but we were not allowed to disembark until past afternoon. The captain of the ship later explained that the disturbances on the temple had made the customs offices to double-check on permissions to land and extend the examination status of the merchandise.

When we finally were allowed to leave the ship, we were surprised by a massive market. It seemed we weren’t the only ones with a delay on their schedule: the docks were full of people, customers, buyers and sellers, all over the place. There were all kinds of products auctioning by the pound, some people were shouting out prices and the name of their products while others hastily carried large carts piled up with vegetables and sacs of seeds.

“Take your Gysahl Greens, the best Gysahl Greens in the world!” shouted a dark skinned lady dressed up in a luxurious outfit, while shaking up some fetid greens that looked like carrots on her left hand.

While listening some people shouting out the name of a popular potion, I felt my booty being slapped hardly by a stranger hand. I mean, Kimahri was next to me, yet the caress came from the opposite side.

I turned angrily in order to see who had just touched my ass. I know I wasn’t wearing much clothes this time, the heat was unbearable, but I never expected to get such kind of harassment.

“Hey there, I’m sorry!” it was a familiar voice, yet I couldn’t believe it. “I just couldn’t resist.”

“Hezmush!” said Kimahri with joy, “such a long time since we saw each other!”

“My friend!”

In no time I saw how the threatening shadow from last night was actually hugging and kissing my fiancé in the forehead. It was clear they both knew each other and that they were actually… friends?

“What has brought you here? and who’s this tall and handsome specimen?” Hezmush looked at me, I could see the lust deep within his iris.

“He is my man, we came to make our union official.” Kimahri held my hand, “Beast, this is my friend Hezmush, he’s a very old companion. Hezmush, may I introduce you to Beast?”

I lifted my hand in order to shake his, but Hezmush approached and hugged me tightly. I guess the greeting traditions of the Galka were different than those of common people. I wasn’t expecting a hug, especially from a very thick guy like him.

It felt like the longest minute in life, awaiting for him to release my body. Just when I thought he was letting me go from his tight chest, Hezmush tood my hand and planted a kind kiss at the back while wispering “A pleasure to meet you, monsieur….”

Afterwards, Hezmush turned towards Kimahri and continued the conversation. “And, why are you both making a stop here, at Kilika? Wouldn’t taking an airship be easier?”

“We need to make a favor to a friend.”

“Ah, kind Kimahri,” said Hezmush with a bit of mockery in his voice, “always making things for others. I hope it has nothing to do with the temple? You know, there’s a curfew now and people are not allowed to roam the docks after dark.”

An awkward silence generated between us. The market was a busy place and the environment noises invaded our pause.

“Well, I better not poke my large nose into other people’s businesses,” Hezmush waved a polite goodbye and hugged Kimahri, he tried to grab my hand again, but this time I dodged him. This guy was weird, I could tell he was into me… and not in the good way.

We saw him leave and walk away into the docks. At the far end was his ship, probably an old Blue Narciss model, like the ones they drove back at the kingdom of Alexandria in the days fog was still a fuel around the continents.

Hezmush was up to something.

“Goodbye!” Exclaimed the Galka.

“Goodbye!” Shouted back Kimahri.

While Kimahri effusively waved Hezmush the goodbye gesture, still grinning at him, in a flash, the flickering of his shadow disrupted even more my uneasiness. Just as if some invisible force was trying to come out of the darkness... Hezmush was not here by mere accident.

He had been following us.

“Beast?” Kimahri was grabbing me by the hand, a concerned look in his eyes.

“Uh-yeah, sorry,” I waved at Hezmush, while the engine of his Blue Narciss roared, leading him away of the shore. “Did you saw… that?”

“What?”

“Um-the uh…”

“Yes?”

“N-nothing... nevermind.”

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Episode III - The Hunter

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Darkness didn’t last long, a glimpse from the moon crossed the thick lush above us. I couldn’t tell if his skin was grey or green, but I was certain about what he might be: a Galka.

Kimahri once told me Galka came from a very distant continent, they were never a race to dominate magic with such ease, so they would always be wearing all sort of luxurious garments, bestowed with exquisite materials that would increase their ability to wield such power.

“You are a very handsome specimen,” he whispered, “why would you be mating with such a wild creature like Him?”

I knew he was talking about Kimahri. It wasn’t the first time someone questioned our union in such a coarse way. Even though the Ronso used to be less civilized individuals, most races still consider them as wild animals.

On my opinion, Galka are still savages.

“I don’t have to listen to people like you,” I replied, “get out of my sight. This is private property and intruders are not welcome.”

“Intruder?” he asked with a bit of scorn. He stopped biting off his thumb and walked towards me with ease. I raised up my weapon, yet he didn’t seemed concerned about it.

Just as he was about to touch the edge of my blade I raised my fist and pointed the sharp end unto his throat.

“Get out,” I insisted, “I’m not joking.”

The Galka licked his lips invitingly while scratching his recently trimmed pubic area. I admit his cock was thick and juicy, yet I belonged to another man. I wasn’t here to break my vows and get laid with strangers.

“I admit you have a strong will...” he said, “everything has a price, there’s no exception with living beings… we’ll meet again, Beast.”

Within I was puzzled, Kimahri had enemies all around Spira, yet he never mentioned the Galka in the rows of this loot. With a bit of hesitation the green oaf turned away. Walked a few steps and vanished in thin air, like a ghost. I was shocked yet still at guard. If he could control teleporting magicks then this wouldn’t be the last time we meet.

I was unaware of who he was or what he used to be called. But I certainly wasn’t sure he would be responsible for most of the troubles on our days to come.

His name was Hezmush Arafaat. A Galka that came from a humble yet disturbing background. Born at the outskirts of Bastok and raised under the wing of his father, a Smith, he learned the craft of fine weaponry from an early age.

The Galka are not typically a race to live upon the concept of death and war, but the people who approached the shop of Hezmush’s father were individuals that carried the stench of death at their backs: warriors, knights, soldiers. All of them would come personally or in groups to get their weapons fixed, improved or re-worked.

Anyone who saw Hezmush could tell he had a generous father, always giving him what he needed and providing the young Galka with love. Abdur had plenty of lovers and it was no surprise that plenty of his clients asked from him more than just an embellishment of their scabbard. Even though Hezmush was delighted spying on his father’s sexual encounters, he was shy in asking him to ever consider him as one of his personal satifyers.

Hezmush was young the day he lost his virginity. The night before becoming of age, his father was so drunk that he simply grabbed his son by the hips and pulled him closer, without warning their lips were sharing fluids and salivating tongues touched each other with a dangerous sexual frenezzi.

When Adbur Raqeeb realized he was kissing his own son he stopped and kneeled, asking for forgiveness. Hezmush on the other hand was aware of what his father and him just did,  and while still apologizing, Hez undressed completely removing the light garments he had been wearing. Without question he kneeled, hugged and proceed to kiss his father in the lips.

Tension was felt at first, but Adbur had been lonely and was desperate to get his sexual needs satisfied. In no time both father and son were devoured by desire and finished up in the bed, naked while feeling each other’s bodies for the first time. Erections at their maximum, rubbing one another on wet and silky layers of precum.

In no time Hezmush was already sucking his father’s nipples, he knew the milk he desired was never coming out from there, but he always wanted to taste them, feel those body hairs slipping through his wet tongue. After Hezmush finished tasting his father’s salty sweat, Abdur took his son’s tiny hand and made sure he understood clearly what he wanted.

Hezmush grabbed his father’s cock and started by kissing the tip, it was already so wet and precum was leaking rapidly from it, like a faucet. He knew father lied it rough, so he got ready to be pounded aggressively in a continuous thrust. Hezmush remembered the many times a Galka would vomit all over the place while his dad was still forcing his mighty cock deep inside their throats.

He would stand it.

But Abdur had other plans. Indeed he liked it rough and was certain his son, one day, would learn the ways of wild, savage sexual encounters. But this was their first night together, he would be gentle with him; making his son bleed and choke was not the best picture of a first time encounter. There would be plenty of mornings, afternoons and nights, this was just the beginning.

After a few minutes of feeling his son’s slippery tongue all over his rod, Adbur decided to take out his meat right before reaching the rise of a climax into Hezmush’s mouth, he lifted the boy’s face by the chin and asked him to let him penetrate his tight hole.

At first Hezmush hesitated, he knew what his father was talking about, he’d seen it before: the act of a Galka being inside another Galka and finishing up with a white, glowing seed inside their bodies. He wanted it so badly, to feel it, to experience it. But… would it hurt?

In a whisper, Abdur told his son there was nothing to be afraid of. He would be gentle and kind, first slipping the tip and then slowly making his way into that tender area. Abdur brought him closer to his big chest and started accommodating his son in order to experience this sacred union. It was better for Hezmush to be the dominant this time and ride all he wanted, the way he wanted.

In no time a continuous chain of moans, full of delight and pleasure, filled the bedroom. Hezmush was getting fucked with such an active, yet kind manner. And Abdur was enjoying such a soft and wet hole, stretching and constraining his mighty cock every second.

The pleasure was such that none of them would hold back the moment of climax, both cumming at the same time and ejaculating large loads: Hezmush covered his father’s face, while Adbur filled up his son so much that all his manly fluids started leaking out of Hezmush’s ass, even with Adbur’s hard cock still inside.

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Episode II - The Mistery

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Naturally, we fucked until dawn.

Next day we had yet another quest to fulfill. Kimahri didn’t brought me back to his homelands just because we were going to have our marriage ceremony. He was summoned by one of his oldest friends: Wakka.

Kimahri never explained to me why he left Spira, why he decided to abandon, Yuna, Rikku, Wakka and leave his tribe behind.

I never insisted.

“Da Gem’ny Cliff,” an old sailor told us while approaching an small islet with tall mountain formations on it, “It’s da farther islet from the Besaid Archipelago, not many like it. Ya know, full of fiends an’asty creatures lurking beneath the shores. You’re lucky I know this place well enough, aye?. Send ma regards to M’ester Wakka.”

I never enjoyed physical activities. Other than sex, all sort of extreme sports were not my thing. But I thought this was one journey of a kind, probably something not willing to repeat ever again.

And Kimahri loved hiking, running, jumping and risking his life more than I did.

So when he suggested we should be climbing all the way until reaching Wakka’s campsite; I found it easy to agree and support that idea.

My worst decision ever.

“Keep climbing!” Kimahri shouted every five minutes, “Don’t stop! We’re almost there!”

“Are you sure?” I would reply constantly, my hands were strong but I always made sure to keep them as gentle as the petals of my rose. “That’s what you said-Pff! An hour ago!”

When I told him I had my limits he simply replied he didn’t remember hearing that back at the ship’s camarot. Damn. I was screwed.

And not just that.

Naturally he would be farther than me, and so his perfect and round ass was visible. Teasing me with all it’s might.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Sure...” I said without thinking, “I’m all... arse.”

“Arse?”

But before I could reply my delicate hands objected and without noticing it I slipped. Perhaps a faulty surface or maybe just my fatigue... I was hanging with barely a couple of my fingers, until none of them could stand it any more.

I had to let go.

I fell, probably thinking this would be the end...

But to my fortune, a flat surface hit my bottom. I was never so glad, or happy, to feel pain right on my ass as this one time.

Kimahri knew I was fine, but still He couldn’t hide a bit of his fear while yelling at me if “I was fine.” Of course I wasn’t... but I guess I had to play along.

That was a part of the journey I never enjoyed.

Kimahri reached me and stretched his hand.

I was almost twice as big as him, but somehow he was stronger and faster than me. In everything.

I guess there were special genes in the Ronso Race. No wonder their fur was blue and a horn grew on their forehead.

In a second I was being lifted by his strong arms, just like a small pouch full of pennies.

“Thanks... I thought I was done for,” I said.

“You should be more careful,” he replied, “the soil of Besaid’s Land Cluster is not as firm as Gagazet’s. Slipping is something common on these kind of tropical islands.

“Not many people survive a trip to the Gemini Cliff without heavy weaponry and climbing equipment tied to their waist.”

I understood Wakka’s reasons for building up a retirement house in this island. It was so dangerous to be on it that people would rather avoid it at all cost. Nevertheless I was never happy about the lack of proper transportation. Climbing those cliffs and walking kilometres of tall grass and bugs... wasn’t my style.

When I suggested Kimahri to reach the island by an airship service he looked at me and asked “where is your sense of adventure?”

“This Go-Aka must have a terrible taste for ‘adventure’.” Back then I didn’t know how to pronounce correctly his name. To be honest, I avoided saying it during our stay at his hut.

“‘Wakka’ is an ex-Blitzball player,” said Kimahri, “he enjoys making getaways as often as he can to keep up the good condition he had back then.”

I knew the story of how Wakka used to be a bad player, he even retired after winning the first championship. Kimahri explained to me that, later on, he decided to make career as a professional trainer.

At first no one took him serious.

But when his first student became one of the most successful Blitzball players of this New Era of Spira... well, everything changed.

“We should’ve used an airship service,” to be honest I find it amusing to complain when being with Kimahri. “All this bugs, dampness, the extreme heat... these are no things for a prince like me to go walking through.”

“You should stop complaining,” he said, “It’s not that rough of a journey, it could be worse.”

“I admit the sight is pretty!” I said aloud, “but all this humidity is going to ruin my fur! It’ll make me look a wild and dirty boar when we get to Go-Aka’s place.”

“Ouch!” a painful sting ran through my right arm. I guess that fall didn’t just made my glutes hurt.

Kimahi tuned right away and asked if I was fine. I tried to pretend everything was ok, but he saw me grabbing my wrist, trying to rub away the pain.

“I think I might injured my arm back at the cliffs...” I said, “Maybe all the adrenaline made my muscles ignore the pain.

“Well, let me see it, if it’s nothing serious I can use some practical remedies I brought along with me.”

Kimahri was a healer. It was a natural gift from him, always kind, approaching you with tenderness... I guess he learned to be this way when taking care of Yuna, no wonder I always liked the fatherly gestures he had towards me whenever I needed something.

“Hold still, this might sting a bit.” Kimahri placed some of his all-purpose ointment, rubbed it against my wrist and finished by wrapping a clean bandage around it.

“There,” he said, “does the handsome prince needs a kiss on the palm of his hand too?”

“Maybe,” I replied with naught.

Wakka’s hut remained at one of the most peaceful places of the island. They called it ‘The First Twin’, a hidden area at the west. You knew you were there because a spring was born in that place.

Next there was a series of tall trees and tropical foliage that made it look like a hidden garden.

The sun was starting to set when we finally got there. At first I though Wakka’s place would be a shack, crumbling and without any clean or dry places to actually rest.

I was mistaken.

“There!” yelled Kimahri, he pointed at the tallest tree. “Ahead of us! We’re finally here, this must be Wakka’s campsite.”

“Wow...” I whispered. When I finally saw Wakka’s residence I was amazed. I felt almost like home.

���His place sure got bigger,” explained Kimahri, “last time I came he only had a small hut below the tree... guess being a trainer actually paid him off.”

From below I saw a small tanned figure emerge from one of the topmost structures. He was barely wearing any clothes and his bright red hair made me spot him immediately. This was Wakka.

“Hey!” Wakka yelled from the distance, “you two over there! What ya doin’ here? T’is is private property! No trespassers allowed, ya?”

But as we got closer, Wakka realized we were no strangers messing with his property. I guess he noticed Kimahri’s blue fur, since his voice quickly calmed down and, with a yell of joy, he called Kimahri’s name from above.

They say first impressions are always the most important. You know, my impression when meeting Kimahri were not the best.

He was known at the Gymnasium for being that guy who stared at you in a grumpy way, crossed arms all the time and, if you were lucky, he would reply a yes or a no to you. Sometimes he only gave an unfriendly stare and released a grunt.

But the first impression I got from Wakka was quite a positive one, and I’m not talking about his “hut” only. Kimahri talked a couple of times about Wakka, he described him as an easy yet serious guy. He loved sports and loved his wife, Lulu.

I guess I imagined a sort of elderly guy, with children running around him and a bunch of family members surrounding him, like some sort of wiseman.

But he was different.

Wakka looked very young in fact, much more than I actually expected. He also knew how to stay fit, for his body was still in form, his skin tight and his muscles well toned.

I, by nature, have a very a muscular body. So does Kimahri. But humans have much troubles than creatures like us to maintain that physique, something I don’t miss from being one of them. Unless you are born with the right genes, getting the perfect body turns into an impossible task.

“I see you even brought your sweet pie!” Wakka exclaimed, I guess his first impression of me was a positive one as well. “What a hunk! I’m loving t’is guy already! Say, you ‘ever heard of Blitzball tall fella?”

Wakka lost no time, he saw in me the potential of a player. I mean, that was his job. I guess he was so excited about the idea of turning me into his new champion that he literally started bombarding me with comments related to becoming the next Blitzball Legend.

Kimahri kind of hated Blitzball. He told me a few things about it a couple of weeks ago, just because I insisted on knowing more about the place he came from.

He tried to warn Wakka that I wouldn’t be interested in it, but Wakka didn’t know when to give up and he enjoyed motivating me so much that he had to insist on getting me into his church.

“You Would become a Super Star! The next Abe Champion I can bet!”

He continued, saying I was a tall, handsome and hot, that all girls and boys would be chasing after me. ‘The King of the Games’ he called me, ‘The Unbeatable’.

Kimahri told him to stop. But Wakka was still excited, yet he saw in Kimahri the mean look, that stare that literally said you better shut up or he would beat you don to your knees.

“Just...” Wakka continued before he could finish, “think about it big guy, think about it, ya?”

“Sorry I got carried up,” Wakka said to Kimahri, “but it’s been a while since I last saw a guy with his size and physical attributes.”

He invited us to go upstairs and indulge ourselves with the food he had just brought from his scouting.

“You sure had a long trip, I can tell. You have that pilgrim’s look in your eyes.”

“Thank you,” I replied, “I don’t know if Kimahri is hungry, but I’m starving. I would gladly have something to eat.” Wakka’s table was rich in fresh vegetables, fruits, dry meat and cheese. I grabbed a couple of berries and put them in my mouth without hesitation. They were fantastic.

“Don’t speak for both of us Beast,” Kimahri said, “I’m hungry too. Unlike you, I do not complaint about it.”

Noticing some tension between us, Wakka limited  his conversation skills and invited us something to drink. “I just came back from scouting,” he said, “so everything’s fresh, I know it looks a bit messy but it’s all good quality, ya? What do you want to drink? I have some fresh oranges, or maybe pineapple juice? Or maybe just somme plain spring water?”

Remember when I said Wakka gave me a good first impression? Well, he managed to keep that positive perception from me during the dinner.

Right after he invited us to rest and have a talk before night fell upon the whole island. He was the first in bringing up the thing Kimahri wanted to talk about in the first place: why did Kimahri summoned him back to Spira?

“So, Kimahri…” Wakka started, “I know you two just got here but, I can tell you want to discuss that thing I talked you about in my letter. I mean, I’ve been anxious for your arrival.”

“It’s not a problem at all Wakka,” Kimahri replied, “friends are always important to Kimahri.”

“Indeed, that’s why I knew you were the one to call.”

“I there something wrong?”

“It’s about Yuna.”

Yuna. The High Summoner, Daughter of High Summoner Braska. I wouldn’t dare to call myself Kimahri’s husband if I didn’t knew who she was. “Ah! Kimahri’s Protegeé?” I said, “The Summoner who defeated sin?”

“That same Summoner,” Wakka said.

Kimahri turned to look at Wakka, I could tell he was concerned, Yuna had promised him she would be fine, that nothing would go wrong if he had to leave Spira and walk a way for a while. “After I left,” explained Kimahri, “I lost myself in my new life, I forgot about keeping touch with her as often as I did. If it wasn’t from her, me and Beast would’ve never meet.”

“You know how she is,” replied Wakka, “she’s always trying to smile and pretend everything is all right… But we all know she is trying to bear with her suffering. Alone.”

Wakka explained that, since Tidus’ return, things had been going well for her, she even changed, for good. But Somehow he and their friends knew she felt responsible for Spira’s new age, this Eternal Calm she finally brought.

Something they noticed, at first, was her constant traveling to the former Temples of Yevon. Visiting the Chambers of the Fayth was something only few could do, including her. At first they thought Yuna had returned to the practices of Yevon and reinterpreted them to fix the bad direction the former Maesters had been practicing.

“She’s distant,” Wakka said, “stronger, but distant, ya? That’s why we wanted you to come…”

“We?” kimahri asked.

“Rikku, Paine, Lulu… Me. We all agreed you were the only one who would reach Yuna and get close enough to her.”

Kimahri grunted and shook his head lightly. I knew he wasn’t okay with what Wakka just asked of him. “If Yuna wants to keep things away from us then she must have a reason. If there was something wrong she would tell us if she had to.”

“That’s what we thought at first,” insisted Wakka, “but two weeks ago a strange event took place, it certainly made us change our mind about Yuna’s situation.”

“Event? What kind of event?”

“Remember when the Aeons reappeared? Right after the Eternal Calm Started?”

“Oh, I interrupted again, “I know that story, Kimahri talked me about it. The time when Yuna managed to send Shuyin’s enraged spirit to a rest when Vegnagun was about to destroy Bevelle?”

“Indeed,” replied Kimahri, I could hear a bit of anger in his voice, perhaps not approving Wakka’s reasons to call him back to Spira. “I didn’t happen to be there for her. None of us where. Yuna had other allies and all she needed from us was our trust.”

Kimahri paused and tried to catch some breath, before Wakka would insist on anything else Kimahri continued his sermon. “I suggest we should do the same, even if the Aeons are manifesting. It wouldn’t be the first time has been Beckoned, twice, out of the warplane, Wakka.”

“I know,” Wakka said. “but this time is different. We know it.”

Wakka raised from his hammock and pulled up a large robe, while putting it on he explained his point of view, “It’s not just Yuna, something is going on in Spira that feels different from when Sin was alive or Vegnagun showed up.”

Anyone who’s familiar with the Farplane and the theory that sustains the Pyreflies, knows that a Beckoning has a point of origin. They do not happen just by themselves. Wakka knew something was calling these creatures back, again. What he said implied that, maybe, someone was trying to bring Sin back.

Although they were still not sure about it, they did know Yuna wouldn’t be so concerned if this were to be false.

That’s the reason he and the others decided to scatter and keep an eye on different temples of Spira. Wakka wasn’t just taking a vacation from his duty as a Maester, he was training to become stronger, just in case he had to fight agains any Dark Aeons at the main temple of Besaid.

“We don’t want Yuna to break again,” Wakka continued, “she has her limits, trying to protect us won’t change the fact she’s still human. I’m sorry if you’re not okay with intervening, but we thought it was for the best. Yuna always opened up with you.”

Kimahri was a very thoughtful individual, whenever I asked something from him I would have to wait a day or two, depending on how complicated the situation sounded according to his personal ethics. But this time he didn’t have to think much about it. When it was a vague request he would definitely answer with a ‘No’ and would go about lecturing you about why is it a bad idea and why you don’t even need it on the first place.

“Alright,” Kimahri said, “I’ll agree in visiting the temple, we need to get to Mt. Gagazet anyway, at least I could do a favor to you all and check this thing in particular.”

“Thank you,” Wakka said, “they say the temple’s been shut down and no people are allowed to get in it, but,” said Wakka before Kimahri would object, “there is a secret path you can both use, it’s safe and it leads right atop the hill, where the temple lies.”

“This is crazy,” I said, “I don’t want to be disrespectful on you or in any of your friends… but Kimahri is right in getting angry. First you want us to peek our noses into Yuna’s business and then you are telling us you don’t even know what we’re up against? If the place is shut down it’s because getting near means there’s something of uncontrollable danger in it.”

“I agree,” added Kimahri.

Wakka rubbed his eyes and yawned. He turned to us and suggested maybe we should rest and go to sleep. Tomorrow we could talk more about the issue and reach an agreement. He knew he was asking much out of us.

We both understood we were stronger than any of them together, but risking our lives just to ‘check’ something out?

No.

I was not willing to risk the life of the man I loved and I doubt he would be willing to put me in that same danger as well.

I remember that night something happened. It was a quiet place, so no noises surrounded the area except the crashing of the waves with the far cliffs and the wind shaking the silk curtains.

At first I thought it was Kimahri. After all, he always enjoyed touching my body sometimes in the middle of the night. We had our privacy back at the cruise, but the bed was so comfortable that maybe he had this urge to satisfy his basic needs.

A hand, cold and soft, suddenly started sliding through my most intimate parts.

Nobody seemed to be there. I woke up immediately and looked around, the balcony seemed empty and the tree-tops were shaking softly with the breeze.

When I got up from bed I managed to look up at the stream, a noisy path of water that had plenty of bridges to cross it.

I was about to give up my paranoid sense of finding  intruders, until I saw the main bridge. A large wooden path that Wakka built himself when he first arrived to this islands.

Sitting at the edge was the shape of a man. Large, stocky and with nothing on him but a silk loincloth. Naked, I pulled my sword and rushed towards the stranger quietly.

“Who are you, you bastard?” I whispered.

I lifted my weapon and tried not to call the attention of this intruder with my glittering blade.

But I guess it was too late.

For he had turned. He meet my eyes and grinned. At first I thought I was having visions, probably dreaming. But it felt too real and the sensations were there. I could feel the wind caressing my genitals and his silk loincloth lifting and revealing the most majestic penis I’ve ever seen on a foreigner.

“You know,” He said, “for being a beast you certainly exceeded my expectations. Maybe I was too careless.”

His speech broke my concentration a bit. But still I maintained my focus and lifted my friendly weapon, pointed at him and made my battling stand.

“Who are you?”

End of Act 1

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Episode I - The Last Night

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He loved me.

And I loved him.

What else would I ask for? We were in love. Both at the middle of our life’s, learning to enjoy the small things only old hearts can appreciate.

Above everything our hearts were beating for each other. That was something we knew for sure.

How could I imagine a trip so small, a moment of our life’s dedicated exclusively to make each other even happier... end into something that almost broke us?

...

That night was the longest of my life... or so it seemed. He kissed me and I kissed him back. Our skins rubbed agains each other, reacting to such excitement. We had been looking for a moment of privacy for almost a week now. This was our night.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you more,” I said... Kimahri was never a man who would speak much. Although he had been speaking more lately, since we met.

In the heat of the moment our arrows meet. One pointing north, the other pointing south.

I guess they were both happy to finally meet each other without clothes, they just had to kiss each other just as we were with our mouths. Share a bit of our glossy serum would just reinforce their affection

“I think they like each other,” I said.

“But,” I continued, while grabbing his warm throbbing rod, “I think he’s going to have to find someone else, because this... this one is mine.”

“Well,” as a reply, Kimahri grabbed tight on mine, I could feel his rough hands all over my gentle foreskin. “I think you might be right, because this is all mine, and I don’t plan to share it.”

Kimahri was never the kind of guy to be selfish about anything or jealous about something.

He was not like me.

But when it came to this intimate moments that we both enjoyed... a possessive side of him came through without hesitation.

“It’s my personal pacifier,” he said, while lowering down and quickly teasing me with the tip of his large tongue.

“Hey,” I halted him seconds before he would devour my whole rod, “not fair, I want to play with mine too.”

And so, in no time I was tasting him just as he knew I enjoyed the most. In return he didn’t waste time and sucked my phallus deep into his throat.

“You taste so good,” he said, “do you mind if we enjoy the whole ride?”

How could I resist? He was so delicious, the scent of a Ronso has nothing to do with the smell of beasts like me. Kissing and feeding from this fledged manhood of Kimahri was like eating a freshly sliced grapefruit.

Pink and plump.

“This is the only food I need,” I said, “nothing but this mana of sweetness and quencher juice.”

Kimahri lost no time and dug his tongue into my tight bottom opening. He knew I was desperate to feel him deep inside me, so he was making sure to get me ready for the ride.

“You taste so sweet,” He whispered, “like always... can’t get enough of your manly flavor.”

I whimpered a bit, his plaits and tiny hairs were making tickles upon my loosened up hole.

“You make me loose my mind Beast,” he continued, “your taste, texture... everything.”

“So do you Kimahri,” I replied. How could I resist the most pure among men? “I love you. Can you feel it?”

With my manhole all damp, soft and slippery I was ready. This was the time to ask for his sweet seed and to pray for the Gods to make me the father of his Kinship.

“Please,” I begged, “make me yours. I want to feel you deep inside me I want to birth your Kin, I want to be with you forever.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” He replied in that angelic yet severe voice of his. “The gods might be listening.”

“Let them Hear us!” If I ever gave birth to Kimahri Ronso’s kindred then I would be a fulfilled man, father of fathers and husband to one of the most incredible creatures on earth.

“If that is so, then turn around and let me do the job.”

His grip was strong. Just as the alpha male he’s supposed to be.

Kimahri grabbed my penis with a tight grip again, in a thrust, his slid all the way into my center. I couldn’t help myself and released a loud moan full of pleasure.

“You enjoying yourself?” asked Kimahri.

“Yes-!” I barely managed to reply, without breath, feeling almost an immediate orgasm while his strong rod rubbed me inside and moved all my bowels.

Kimahri knew how to drive me crazy, a ride with him meant hours of mutual satisfaction. I liked to be treated gently, but he always made me enjoy the rough and hard.

...

I guess this is what love meant... otherwise, how would I enjoy something that once seemed barbarous to me?

“Please,” I begged again, “Do not stop, keep going-ngh, I p-promise to be a worthy father.”

Like this?”

“Yes!”

“You Like it?” Kimahri asked, “you’ll make me reach my climax if I keep going...”

“Finish inside, do your task and seed me.”

Kimahri took my request as an order and started thrusting his member against my wet asshole. I loved when he did this because all that manliness came out of him in a burst, dominating me and making me feel I would always be the only man in his life.

“NGH! AH! YES! Damn! You’ll make me cum too!”

Without even a warning, my body ejected ten days of stored fluids, they shot directly into the air, landing upon my chest and staining my fur.

I didn’t cared much about it.

I knew Kimahri didn’t enjoyed cumming into my ass. He always came out.

This time was no exception.

Although I always wanted him to breed me every time we had this kind of intimate encounters... he rarely did.

“DAMN!”

Kimahri shot his load, he always liked bathing me in it, he never explained why.

Once I tried asking and all he could say was that he simply enjoyed marking me that way, so every beast-like creature in the world would know I was his.

I  guess it’s the Ronso way of putting the ring on. Instead of actually marking my hand with a symbol of unity....

Not that I ever complained about it. I liked it after all. And besides, his seminal fluids tasted as good as his hole and his water.

“How am I ever going to be encinte and birth your sons... if you keep bolting the seed out of my male womb?”

“I’m sorry.” This was always his excuse.

“I’m not sure you mean it,” I replied. This time a bit disappointed yet understanding he wasn’t used to ejaculating inside my rump.

“We can always try it again,” he whispered.

“Do I have to pray to the Gods even harder?” I asked.

“But,“ Kimahri replied softly, “the Gods already responded my prayer...”

“Have they?”

“Indeed.” Kimahri held me with his arms and turned, lying upon my legs just as I lied upon his’. “They gave me you.”

Some times, after a long intercourse, Kimahri and I would be so tired that we simply would lay down and take a nap.

But this time was different.

We usually made love two or four times a day, not necessarily letting him penetrating me or him allowing me fill his hole with my juices. Our demonstrations of affection varied.

We had been traveling for almost a week and barely enjoyed some privacy, constantly switching ports and taking 15 minute naps at them. This was the first time in a while we managed to afford a private camarot, for just the two of us. No companions, no young couples sharing bunk beds, no stinky animals making us company.

Just us.

“All the rooms at first class are taken,” the receptionist said, “we have a spare camarot, a traveller cancelled last minute. It includes a large bed, pillows, night tables and a couple of seats. No shower or room service. You up for it guys?”

“It’s enough for us,” I replied right away. Just as long as we could have some silence during the night and a bed to share naked under the moon light.... This time we were not tired though. We had lots of stamina to deplete.

“So...” I started, “tell me...”

“What?”

“What is it like?”

“What is it like?” Kimahri wouldn’t help but to smirk a bit while trying to figure out my mind.

“You know,” I continued, “a Ronso Marriage Ceremony... Is it as glamorous as one of my french parties?”

Kimahri released a soft laugh. He used to talk of how the Ronso lived in the cold mountains, just with what they needed and making sure to protect what was left of their old customs.

After the fall of the religious empire, communities such as the Ronso had a hard time figuring out their new path.

“Is it something more romantic?”

“You want to make me laugh, right?”

“I’m just curious,” I said, “you always talk about your homeland... but you had never touched this topic before....”

“Well, if you insist...” he looked around, trying to figure out what time was it. “We still got a moment before landing, right?”

“I got no limits,” I replied, “I can stand this shot and many to come.

“All right, all right... I’ll talk.” Kimahri started telling me all about it. He was always meticulous, so he made sure I knew every detail there was to know.

“When two Ronoso fall in love with each other, and both wish to bond their life’s together, the couple must agree to their union and make a trip that tests the main roots that forge a relationship among our beliefs: the courage, the wisdom and faith in each other.

“They must travel atop Mt. Gagazet and stand still in unison for a whole year. This is meant to test their love and strengthen the bond between the couple.

“Once they reached the peak they have to survive the tough weather conditions throughout the year...”

“Surviving this task is a proof of the couple’s true love and a vow to the Gods of Old that protect Mt. Gagazet and the Ronso.”

“If the couple succeeds in demonstrating their bravery and expressing their true love to the Gods... it is said that, on one of those long, cold nights... the spirits of the mountain will commune and grant a blessing to the fortunate couple.”

“Otherwise... they never come back.”

“... that sounds scary”

“Indeed...”

”But we are not the case...

“Are we?”

[gabogabito]

BCXVI

Junio, 2019

[gabogabito]

BCXVI

Verano 2019