Fourth Umbral Moon, Year of the Lover
His palms found their places on either side of her head, fingers gripping around slender ears as his thumbs would rub their fleshy interior. The grip would tighten as he slid more of his cock along her tongue with each push from his hips into her mouth, threatening the back of her throat as the muscle throbbed. Her tongue worked to accommodate the penetration, forcing his member between it's flattened tip and the roof of her mouth as she choked down onto it. His grunting breaths were met by hers, guttural and gagging against his aggressive hold.
"You've always been so eager to remind me why you're my favorite." He taunted her, challenged her skill, even as his base rested against her lips. He knew she was zealous to distinguish herself from the other women he coupled with and at times would take advantage of that to get what he wanted from her.
Her fingers would dig into his thighs as she forced herself along his length. He didn't need to provoke her further. Instead the hands that gripped her ears entwined their digits into her brown hair as he seized control. Whereas before, W'xeii had been working her own pace, now she was held captive in his clutches as he fucked her mouth. One final push past her lips and his body would lock around hers, sending thick shots of his seed to coat the back of her tongue and throat. He removed himself as his body relaxed, leaving a lingering strand of cum drooling from her mouth as he stroked a hand through her hair.
"That's why you're my favorite."
Sixth Umbral Moon, Year of the Lover
W'khan awoke in a haze, in a pool of sweat, and too sore to move. His entire left side was wracked with pain and he felt like he was burning alive from the inside out. Barely cognizant of his surroundings, he could at least make out that he was inside a tent, and he could discern a massive humanoid shape snapping to attention as he writhed now in conscious irritation. "Lay still, small friend. Your wounds have begun to fester. The bite of a sundrake can carry all manner of infection, you should have said something sooner." W'khan was in no mood to be scolded, and as the fever burned through his mind he wasn't even able to understand the lesson. Drifting Wind made a gesture as he spoke, bringing thumb and forefinger to each of his ears in a pinching motion. "Your earrings. They were gold so I traded them for a salve. Sorry I didn't ask, but I thought you mind find it a better alternative to dying, hahah! With some luck, you'll be up in a few days."
A few days... That much W'khan at least was able to grasp. More time in his hell. Little Ala Mhigo stunk and festered worse than his wounds did. The highland youth were strong, and full of pride but worse, they were bored. The elders among them decided it was futile to attempt to retake their homeland as dozens of nations previous and tried and failed to do against the Garlean campaign. They were content to eke out a miserable existence in their caves and tents. So their youths took out their energy amongst themselves; Raping and infighting, stealing. It was all commonplace. The more noble-minded among them took it upon themselves to form militias that would 'proactively defend' themselves from the local beast tribes by picking fights with the Amalj'aa. Even their efforts did more harm than good; where the beastmen were content to pick on traders straying too far from the roads, now they provoked all manner of raiding parties seeking retaliation. W'khan couldn't be rid of the place sooner. If it had to be a few more days, he counted himself lucky he'd at least be unconscious for it.
Fourth Umbral Moon, Year of the Lover
"They're getting to close, W'fhin Tia." The matriarch spoke in a hushed but urgent tone as she seated herself in the tribal leaders tent.
"It's just coupling, and for all of his flaws, W'Khan Nunh is at least diligent about that. It's his responsibility to sire a strong and numerous next generation for the tribe." He paused, reluctant to continue but abandoning the logic and tradition behind it to speak to her as a peer. "I understand W'xeii is your youngest, but she's at age now when her duties to our clan can expand to include this. As long as she continues to complete her other duties, I don't see a problem."
"To hell with his duty! He's an arrogant bastard and you see it as well as I do. The two of them will come to think they're in love, and the native Eorzean ideas of family don't fit in our tribe. It will be a repeat of my husband, the last nunh. A disaster. Or worse, he'll chase her out of the village like he has the others. If you don't do something, W'fhin, he will cause lasting damage to the tribe, and you'll be left to clean it up."
First Astral Moon, Year of the Scholar
W'khan was shaken awake by the jostling of the wagon that carried him passing over rocks in the rough road. His body still ached but his mind was clear of the fever that had gripped it. Drifting Wind had been walking along side him, singing a jaunty tune in his native Roegadyn tongue. The blistering sun that beat down on W'khans face where he lay seemed to have little impact on the larger mans countenance. In fact, little had since they met. Sitting up straight, he threw the blanket from his frame and immediately noticed he was naked. Or, at least stripped to his skivvies; a thin undershirt and shorts.
"Oh, you're awake! That's great news, I was worried you'd sleep forever. Ehh, sorry about your clothes. Selling your earrings worked so well, I just figured you wouldn't mind me chartering us a wagon. And... since I worked so hard on your behalf, I thought I earned a drink too, ah hahah!"
W'khan was furious. The little had to start with was gone now, even the spear he had used to hunt food. Somehow he had to start fresh. A daunting enough task in it's own right, but now wherever he landed, he'd be an outsider and in a land so recently ravaged by calamity, and under threat of foreign occupation, it no doubt would make it all the more challenging of a prospect.
"You look angry... Don't worry friend, I will not abandon you. While I have no coin to give you, I have something better. I can connect you with the Adventurer's Guild leader in Gridania, where we're heading. She'll get you clothes and a bed. You're a lucky cat, and your luck will take you far. She might even have work for you there." It was just insults on top of optimism. W'khan genuinely couldn't tell if he hated Drifting Wind or not, but he was glad to at least be on the road.
Gridania didn't sound so bad. Certainly couldn't be worse than where he'd been.
First Astral Moon, Year of the Scholar
They arrived, finally. What had been a two days ride and turned into almost a weeks stop at checkpoints and garrisons. 'The Shroud' that's what they called the canopy of trees that covered the entire state. W'khan had never seen so much green, or felt such a cool breeze. It seemed perfect and he loved it instantly, but even here was no paradise. The threat of beastman, the Ixal in this case, seemed to be a universal problem. Worse here than in the desert. Raiding parties were an every day occurrence, and walking around the woods, you'd be more likely to find an armed platoon of Woodsmen than the famed local wildlife. He was told it would be the case less the farther away from the cities you got; but at the rate they'd been travelling it seemed like they'd never even make it there, much less any venture out into the woods.
Five days, but W'khan finally stood in the Adventurer's Guild.
First Umbral Moon, Year of the Scholar
'Mother something' That's what she introduced herself as. He couldn't remember, and they hadn't talked long. Luckily for Wkhan, clothing here wasn't as big of a luxury as it was out in the camps and it didn't take much persuasion to be given a coat and some boots. She was reluctant, however, to keep him around, though he couldn't understand why. He thought he had been perfectly flattering in the way he described his lust for her body. Regardless, she'd set him up with an introduction to The Smiths. A guild with a presence all over the continent that would outfit novice adventurers, assign them a mentor and send them on their way. A courtesy which W'khan at least was thankful for.
He was given no assignment, or hunting party however. Too many people had been killed recently. Some mysterious deep dungeon had opened up in the forest. 'The Palace of the Dead' they called it. It was all anyone would talk about. An underground labyrinth filled with monsters that killed almost anyone who entered. It was dangerous enough to scare the guild, but at least they outfitted him with some gear. If nothing else, the forest was an appealing prospect. Lush and green, W'khan was excited to explore it. Whatever bounty it held beneath it's boughs, he'd claim as he established his new life.
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