"Man-beasts Turn to A Boy"
                                 by Vince Water
                                    (part 2)
                                                       UNFINISHED March 1, 2006

     Water, softly splashing in the tub was the only sound in the side room.
Lan-eev washed the dirty boy as best he could while being tightly clung to.
Bran-don trembled in his arms. He couldn't see his pink face to know if tears
still fell from his eyes after that misunderstanding between them earlier. They
couldn't talk to each other. Sneev stood watching them in silence but he didn't
know enough Hu-man words to act as a translator. In fact, his friend was likely
thinking badly of him. The glares Sneev had given proved it was so. Nothing had
been forced on the boy! It wasn't his 'butt' that had been taken. Lan-eev had
willingly given his seed taking entrance to be filled from love. That hope had
been shattered (seemingly) when the boy had ran from the room afterwards as if
in denial of offering himself to be loved in return.

     Brandon clung to the man-beast not ever letting him go. He was shivering,
mostly from the cold bath water but also from feeling wretched. Lan-eev's howls
of despair in the night still echoed in the boy's ears. He'd been the cause of
them! The fear that he was being bespelled was what had made him run away after
mounting Lan-eev. How could he give his heart to the enemy? He's since had the
chance to collect his wits and realized that what sway this beast had over him
wasn't an evil bespellment. It was love. "I'm sorry..." muttered Brandon.

     Lan-eev paused from rinsing the boy to peer at his face. No more tears.
He didn't understand the Hu-man words that were uttered but knew in his heart
that Bran-don felt remorse. It ached his heart, too. Their misunderstanding.

     Sneev stood beside the tub. His long tail was curled around his leg that
belied his mood. One of concern. He'd been glaring at Lan-eev but his eyes
softened when seeing him tend the frightened Hu-man by washing his soiled body.
How the boy trembled. Bran-don clung to his friend like a yearling who's left
his parent's pouch in need of a comforting hug. Maybe his thinking had been
wrong. Was it not Lan-eev he heard wailing in the fields? The boy in his arms
kept muttering 'sorry' again and again. That Hu-man word expressed regret for
causing another harm. How had Bran-don hurt his friend?

     Lan-eev finished rinsing the boy clinging to him. He slowly stood up in
the tub and turned to Sneev. An understanding expression was on his friend's
face. After stepping out, he set Bran-don onto his feet. A towel was handed
them to dry off with.

     "Your eyes are cast upon a difficult path ahead," Sneev whispered. "It is
not too late for you to look towards another direction for your life."

     That drew Lan-eev's sharp gaze. "I would walk through the fiery paths of
Grothen's Cave if Bran-don were beside me."

     Sneev slowly nodded with understanding. He watched Bran-don being dried
with the towel. Lan-eev tended to his own body. A fury one. The differences
between them went deeper than the skin. They weren't of the same species. A
mating wouldn't result in a child coming from their love. No gold wire would be
twisted in their hair in acknowledgement. Their tribe would be dismayed that a
chief's offspring was giving his heart to a Hu-man, denying fulfillment for
himself with one of his own kind. A foolish youngster, they'd mutter, or worse.
He understood what his friend was feeling though. In the moons ahead, Lan-eev
will discover that his infatuation with this Hu-man wasn't love. 'Mount them,
then forget them.' That's what the Grish thought about Hu-man females after
they've satisfied their lust.

     Lan-eev had his own concerns. He studied the boy standing before him whom
he feared for. Bran-don was young; intellectually and emotionally. If he was
having difficulties with loving someone outside his race, how could he endure
what the Grish would be doing to him in the days ahead? The boy will be mounted
like the Hu-man females. His butt taking many lustful releases because his body
more resembled the Grish. He couldn't get with child. Could he sire one?

     'Great Fanged One!' pleaded Lan-eev in his thought sent prayer. 'May a
child result from our union!' He lowered his head, eyes falling upon the boy
who had taken his heart. If their mating resulted with a pouchling coming to
him, that would affirm in his tribe's eyes the good for having chosen a Hu-man.
That's the sacred duty of any couple to bear the next generation. If Bran-don
gave him a child, the other Grish would acknowledge that he was bound to him as
his mate and no longer use the boy's butt for spending their lust. One turning
of the moon's phase would prove if his body was fertile to Hu-man seed. Until
then, Bran-don must Turn for his tribe mates. He hoped that this youth was
strong in spirit and his body could endure what he must.

     Brandon found himself in the beast's tight arms. Breath was forced from
the boy's lungs that left him gasping. He smiled though. Lan-eev wasn't angry
with him anymore by accepting his apology. When a roaming hand was felt over
his butt, he moaned in the beast's ear.

     Lan-eev heard Bran-don's lusty moan from holding his smooth rear end. It
would soon be his for the taking. A fulfillment to their first mating. His seed
giving pole lifted between their bellies in excitement. It pressed against the
boy's forming erection. They would complete the Dual Mating Rite with his love
seed put into this Hu-man.

     Brandon felt the beast's cock rising to his chest. It was so long! He
pulled on Lan-eev's shoulders to lift himself onto him, legs wrapping around
that fury waist while his cheeks opened wide. Fingers slipped inside to rub
over his hole. That had the boy moaning louder.

     Sneev saw how his friend lovingly held Bran-don who held him back. Theirs
was a tight embrace. Pink hands grasped Lan-eev's shoulders while brown hands
reached low for the boy's butt. A tail wound around them both as if they were a
mated couple. No Grish made such a display with a Hu-man female. They only
released lust into their front openings. From the way Bran-don was moaning by
having his butt held, it was obvious that he wanted to be seeded by Lan-eev. A
toothy grin was given his friend when he exclaimed, "The boy wants you bad."

     "I know," Lan-eev answered softly. Tears stung his eyes that had arisen
from strong emotion he was experiencing at this moment. He needed to release
his seed in Bran-don that came more than from lust. He'd also be giving this
boy his full heart. Could his friend accept that? With hope in his eyes, he
peered at Sneev. "I ask that you witness our joining."

     Sneev answered with a sly grin. "If my seed producing pouch hadn't been
emptied in that Hu-man female, I'd take my turn in this boy's willing butt."

     There would be other Grish who'd want that too, Lan-eev realized, once
word had spread around the village. He didn't want to subject Bran-don to that.
While turning to the door with the boy in his arms, he decided something. Their
love must be kept secret. Sneev knew but as his closest friend, he would remain
silent for both their sakes if asked to.

     "What want?" demanded Sneev. A girl was standing just outside the room.
When he saw that it was little Clare, he regretted snapping at her.

     "Momma asked me to empty out the tub," Clare answered with averted eyes.
She'd already seen much. Brandon was in that young beast's arms who lustfully
fondled his butt. The boy moaned as if he liked it! She giggled.

     Brandon buried his face in Lan-eev's neck. He was embarrassed that a girl
was seeing him being held by the beast. Naked.

     Lan-eev noticed the boy's uneasiness by the way he was squirming in his
arms. Hu-man males did not get penetrated, he realized. Females of their
species lacked a seed giving pole so they only took thrusts in their front
openings as the Grish discovered. There was no report of Hu-man male-to-male
copulation. Strange, that. Their bodies could join though it wouldn't result in
a child. Maybe that's why they didn't mate. He exchanged knowing glances with
Sneev. They would take the boy away to where no eyes could pry. Not out of
embarrassment for themselves. The Grish mated openly with each other and that
was expected of Hu-man females who submitted to their "Down!" command. He would
spare Bran-don this... humiliation? No. That's not what Lan-eev meant. Their
joining would come about from the expression of their hearts for each other. It
should not be witnessed by a young Hu-man female who giggled at them and cause
the boy embarrassment.

     "I will lead you to his sleeping place in the barn," offered Sneev.

     Lan-eev nodded. His friend took up the lantern while he had his hands full
with carrying Bran-don. The tension in the boy's arm and leg muscles relaxed
when they left the house. He felt something soft against his neck. It was dark
so he couldn't see what Bran-don was doing to him. The sensation felt like a
fangless bite. What did that Hu-man gesture mean? He asked Sneev.

     "That? I have heard it is a loving expression between Hu-mans."

     "Only between a male and female?" asked Lan-eev. He'd shaken hands with
Bran-don in the kitchen after learning that it was a Hu-man gesture to show
friendship. The Grish coiled their tails together to show affection.

     "Yes. Is Bran-don mouthing you?"

     What the boy was doing to his neck tickled. He no longer regarded it as a
threatening act. Lan-eev then remembered Bran-don's mouth pressed against his
in the tub. He'd violently rejected it, thinking the Hu-man was challenging him
to fight. It was not so. There were many things they needed to learn about the
other, Lan-eev realized. What the Grish took as a gesture of hostility meant an
entirely different thing to a Hu-man. He would be on his guard from now on to
avoid more misunderstandings.

     They reached the barn. Sneev led with his lantern past the animal pens
until they came to the seed room. A cot was set over a narrow space on the
floor. That's where Lan-eev set the boy down and they faced each other with
shining eyes.

     Sneev climbed onto the low seed bin and set the lantern at his side. He
crouched there, his tail snaking around his legs to watch them mate. Lan-eev
had already released seed to Bran-don during their hug. His young friend
thought it was a bad thing until assuring him that it was not so. Couples who
soon expected a child released to their bellies. That act of love wasn't
discussed amongst the Grish because many believed it to be a terrible wasting
of seed. Sneev and his partner had not. Even when no child was coming, they
sometimes faced each other to mate. That provided an endearing gaze of their
eyes upon the other to see that sweet moment when their love reached its
climax. Tears arose in Sneev's eyes. How he missed Uren-um!

     "I am honored that you will witness," said Lan-eev. He was giving Sneev a
sideways grin until seeing the tears in his eyes. "My friend. What is wrong?"

     Sneev wiped his face dry with the back of his hand. He put on a feigned
grin but Lan-eev saw right through it. His young friend turned from Bran-don to
stand before him. An understanding expression was seen on his face.

     "I miss Uren-um as well," whispered Lan-eev. He wrapped his tail around
Sneev's legs to comfort him.

     "Please ignore my silly display," muttered Sneev.

     "No. You are not being silly, my friend. Mourning a lost companion is
proof of how much you loved."

     Sneev nodded. "I thought that my heart had spilled out all its grief."
More tears filled his eyes.

     "How can a love ever be over with and forgotten?" answered Lan-eev. He
gently grasped his friend's knee.

     The wisdom that Lan-eev displayed surprised Sneev. He could only nod.

     Brandon stood waiting for Lan-eev to make love to him. He saw the tears
in Sneev's eyes. What grief had struck the man-beast? The boy knew to keep
silent and allow this moment for Lan-eev to comfort his friend.

     "Why have you not taken another mate?" asked Lan-eev gently. "You are
still young."

     "I... am looking."

     Lan-eev scolded himself for asking. He suspected why his friend had not
taken another mate that the grief he showed now proved. Uren-um had been lost
in battle three moons ago. No body had been found. It was believed that the
Hu-mans had taken him and a few others of his pack fellows back to their tall
stone dwelling. They were tortured there for sport then burned! No proud death
in battle. The Grish had captured all Hu-man villages, forts and outposts save
for one strong dwelling. It could not be stormed. Any Grish who neared the high
stone walls were assailed by arrows. Boiling oil was also cast down upon them.
The Hu-man's bearded Chief would laugh from the stone heights when they tried,
ordering that the smoldering bodies of Grish captives be cast down in mockery.
The Most Revered Elder commanded his army to stand back and wait the Hu-mans
out. They would run out of food eventually. Then their bearded Chief won't be
laughing but negotiate for the war's end.

     Sneev grasped his friend's hand. "My heart is touched by your compassion."

     Their eyes met. What Lan-eev saw in his friend's face was the belief
beyond hope that Uren-um still lived. That's why he had not taken another mate.
And by relieving his loins in Hu-man females, not even lust could tempt him to
bond with another. Many Grish coupled out of need. A full seed producing pouch
ached them for relief. Its release in the other often led to heartfelt love
especially when children came to their pouches. Sneev had taken strongly to
Uren-um. In those first moons they were together, that was evident in their
strong eyes for each other and tender tail holds. Love had taken hold of their
hearts very quickly. Just as his heart had for Bran-don.

     "The boy is waiting for you," said Sneev. "Go to him."

     Lan-eev glanced over his shoulder at Bran-don. In a low voice he asked,
"Do you... think he is worthy of my love?"

     Sneev saw the pleading in his young friend's eyes for his acceptance.
"That is not for me to say."

     "You are my closest friend! I honor your words."

     "Then hear them, Lan-eev. Are you not really asking me if it acceptable
to love a Hu-man?" He slowly shook his head.

     Lan-eev lowered his eyes to his friend's knees. Sneev had every reason to
hate the Hu-mans. He'd fought them in battle with such ferocity that it's a
wonder he hadn't been slain. The pack leader had seen this. Everyone understood
that Sneev wanted to avenge his mate but his actions had endangered the others.
That's why he was given leave from the battle.

      "Follow your heart, Lan-eev. Mine has been gripped by hatred so my words
about this thing you ask would not sound truthful in the moon's light. That is
why I withhold them from your ears." Sneev took a deep breath. "I wish you
happiness with whomever you choose."

     Lan-eev saw whom his friend's eyes fell upon. They didn't look unkindly at
the boy. "Being able to acknowledge your hatred and anger towards the Hu-mans
while still wishing me happiness with... this one. It comforts me."

     Sneev gave a toothy grin to his friend. "When you have taken many joyous
releases in this Hu-man, you will learn that it is no different than how I feel
towards their females. Mount them, then forget them."

     Lan-eev was stung by his friend's words. "But I love Bran-don!"

     "You are young."

     By that, Sneev meant that he was inexperienced about life and acting the
fool. Bold were Lan-eev's next actions. He stood sideways from his friend and
brought his tail down to cover his seed taking entrance, wrapping it around his
seed giving pole in a very significant gesture. He pointed at Bran-don.

     A sharp breath was sucked between Sneev's teeth. "You have allowed him...
That Hu-man has seeded you!"

     Lan-eev shyly nodded.

     Sneev rose to his feet. "Is that why you were howling in the fields?" His
hands formed angry fists while he glared at Bran-don. Rape was punishable by
death. How dare that Hu-man!

     Lan-eev held out his arms to prevent his friend from leaping down on the
unsuspecting boy. "I was not taken against my will! Our joining was meant to be
as Foreseen by the Most Revered Elder. Had he not said that a newly named Grish
would mate with a willing Hu-man male whose Dual Passing of seed would bring
forth life from their joining? In my heart, I know that this prophecy speaks of
Bran-don and myself."

     Words failed to come from Sneev's mouth. Not that any could undo what his
foolish friend had done. He shook his head in dismay. "You have not answered
my question upon you, Lan-eev."

     "I ran to the fields when it seemed that Bran-don had denied my heartfelt
love... afterwards."

     Sneev's anger towards the Hu-man turned to pity and dismay for his foolish
friend. "No one must learn of it." He bared his teeth in warning.

     Lan-eev nodded in agreement. "If my closest friend doesn't understand, how
can our tribe? I beg that you don't tell anyone that I'm mating completely with
Bran-don." He flared his eyes at Sneev.

     "I would not shame you, my friend."

     "That is not what I meant. If others learn that Bran-don has willingly
given me his butt, they would want to mount him. The boy is new to love. He
struggles to understand this in his heart and that is what caused the earlier
misunderstanding between us."

     Sneev pounced on something his friend had said. "Willingly? That Hu-man
has yet to give his butt to you. Is this not so?"

     "I am about to complete the Dual Mating Rite. That is why I have asked you
to witness our joining." Lan-eev reached out his right hand to Bran-don. He
came at his call. "I have been seeded by him. You were not there to witness the
joy we both felt. Please! I ask that you stay your judgment about this Hu-man
I have chosen as my mate until afterwards. May your heart then accept it."

     A loud huff came from Sneev. "Very well." He returned to his hunches over
the low seed bin. His left elbow knocked over the lantern but he caught it. The
frenzied shadow patterns it cast on the walls settled down, like his anger.

     Brandon had heard the exchange of words though he didn't understand them.
Sneev had been sad at first, then given to anger (at him?) which turned to fear
for Lan-eev. The boy also saw this reflected in the young beast's eyes. He
quickly hugged him. "I'm sorry!"

     Lan-eev turned to his friend. "What does that Hu-man word mean: sar-ee?"

     "Regret." Sneev cleared his throat and gave his friend a full account of
what he thought the boy meant. "He regrets for having caused you harm."

     A tight hug was given Bran-don. Lan-eev wrapped his tail around them both.
He glanced at Sneev glaring down on them so he closed his eyes. This was going
to be a difficult path he looked towards by having a Hu-man at his side. In his
heart, he knew it was the right one for him to walk. That risked his rank as a
chief's offspring and being denied acceptance by his tribe. So be it.

     Sneev regretted his strong words to his friend. Lan-eev was young so it
was expected that he may act foolishly. Wisdom came with age and experience.
"My friend. I also regret for having caused you harm. Who am I to say that it
is bad for your choosing this Hu... youngling? If you are following your heart
to be with Bran-don and not simply fulfilling prophecy, then I wish you success
and happiness."

     "I thank you for those kind words, my friend."

     They looked up for the moon in a gesture of acknowledging spoken truth.
Sneev had regained his friend's trust. His words of comfort and guidance will
continue to be welcomed in Lan-eev's ear should that Hu-man... He cast that bad
thought away.

     Lan-eev withdrew his tail from around the boy and faced him with a grin.
"Turn?" he asked.

     Brandon heard the man-beast's command. No. It was a plea from Lan-eev to
turn around so he can give himself. The boy had longed for this moment. He
hoped that the actuality of getting mounted proved as good as the wanting. It
was being done out of love; not that lusty act he'd sought with a dog who only
put sperm in his butt. He would prove how strongly he felt for this man!

     Lan-eev saw a glow in the boy's face that endeared him. It wasn't what
Hu-man females showed in their eyes when given the "Down!" command. That had
been lust. Bran-don's eyes for him was like the full moon: bright, truthful and
filled with an expectation of being loved. Truly loved; as any Grish couple
which he hoped for them to become.

     Brandon turned around. He stood over his cot set on the floor and spread
his legs. A bit of trepidation filled him about the pain he expected from
fitting a beast's long cock in his butt. A dog's had hurt him, especially when
it'd ballooned in his hole to tie their bodies together during the sperming
part. That had been both painful and exciting to the boy. Such a lustful act!
Now he stood waiting for a man-beast to perform that same act with him. He was
prepared for it by experience: the penetration, taking stabs in his hole and
getting flooded with doggy sperm. That's why he practiced getting mounted by
butch. And by having seen man-beasts doing it lots of times with the women folk
of his village, he was ready to submit himself.

     Lan-eev's trembling breath blew out his mouth. He dropped to his knees in
excitement. The boy's cheeks were taken in hand. They were hairless, nicely
rounded and pale like the moon. He began mouthing Bran-don's rear end. His
tongue darted inside. Its entrance was found and deeply licked into that
brought back a sharp smell filling him with lust. A long ago memory came to
him. He'd tongued his friend's seed taking entrance in their youth. It'd been a
very naughty act that Six-brown-dots allowed him to perform. At their age, they
couldn't Splash. That's why his friend's hole had been bitter like Bran-don's.
The taste and smell of it wasn't repulsive though. He grasped the boy's hips,
pulling his little butt fully onto his face to prepare it for the mounting
that would soon follow.

     Brandon gasped. He felt that wet wiggling penetration in his butt that
darted far and deep. The man-beast's tongue felt good! He realized that his
asshole was being prepared with spit before getting filled with a cock. The boy
hoped it wouldn't hurt much when their bodies joined.

     Lan-eev backed away to take an urgent breath. He spread the boy's cheeks
to peer on its entrance. A pink hole winked at him. It seemed very tight to his
tongue so he wondered if his seed giving pole would fit inside. He fingered it.
The sphincter muscles didn't relax to his dismay.

     "Is he clean in there?" asked Sneev.

     "Yes..." Lan-eev looked up at his friend crouching over the seed bin but
the light from his lantern hurt his eyes. Half muttering to himself, he said,
"Bran-don's hole isn't protruding out in want of my pole."

     "A Hu-man's rear entrance differs from ours."

     "It won't form an outstretched tube?" asked Lan-eev in dismay.

     "No. You will still be able to stick inside him there." Sneev's laugh was
very lust filled.

     Lan-eev panted with excitement. He mouthed over the boy's smooth cheeks
and bit them. His nose filled with a strong musky scent that was making it hard
for him not to do as his friend had asked. A sharp aching came from his pole.
It urged him to stick in right now!

     Brandon winced from the bites. A man-beast had fangs like a wolf's that
were sure to leave marks over his butt cheeks. At least Lan-eev wasn't trying
to suck on his dick. Them sharp teeth - ouch! Where had that strange notion
come from, the boy wondered? Then he remembered but dimly. His brother Paul,
who'd been nine at the time, had mouthed his erection. What else had they done
together? Since the age of five, Paul had taken care of him while their parents
and older brothers worked in the fields. Brandon remembered him fondly. At
fourteen, Paul was taken away to serve in the War. He'd be nineteen now if he
were still alive.

     Brandon's butt felt chilled without Lan-eev's tending to it. He shyly
glanced over his shoulder. He saw the young man-beast standing behind him.
Sprouting from his dark sheath was a really long cock. It was bright red in the
lantern's glow. Sneev smiled knowingly at him from his perch on the seed bin.
He'll be watching them make love. The boy wondered if he'd be taking his turn
sticking in his butt. That thought excited him. Two fillings from man-beasts!
Yet only from Lan-eev would love flow from his dark loins to fill his heart.
Sneev's seed put in him would only be an expression of spending lust.

     "Turn, Bran-don?" pleaded Lan-eev.

     The boy nodded at the young man-beast's request. He turned. With legs
spread, his butt opening in offer to be taken, he realized that the moment had
finally come. Women laid over their backs when given the "Down!" command. Their
openings were in front. Brandon's was in back of him so it was fitting that the
man-beast wanted him to "Turn" instead. Not as a command. He willingly offered
himself to fulfill Lan-eev's need to perform as a man and hoped that his boyish
body could endure it. His asshole might be too small to fit in such a big long
cock yet he would try with all his heart to do so.

     Brandon was about to find out. A heated stiffness slipped between his
cheeks and found his hole. The boy tensed up. When Lan-eev stabbed in, the boy
took it in spite of the sharp pain. He pushed against his upper legs to keep
his butt stuck out. He tried relaxing his stretched asshole. More beastly cock
pushed inside him. The pain! He couldn't help but cry out. It hurt really bad.
He thought of stepping forward to escape penetration but vowed not to. Strong
hands were pulling on his hips so there was no running away now.

     "Slowly!" Sneev warned his young friend. He'd heard the Hu-man's outcry.

     Lan-eev couldn't temper his lust. The tightness he felt around his seed
giving pole was thrilling! That smooth pale butt had swallowed a quarter of his
length with his knob seeking greater depths within. He instinctively knew to
stab in hard to break his mate's hymen. Beyond it lie the eggs waiting to be
seeded. Ah, but no. Bran-don wasn't a Grish. His split sex for being Hu-man
denied a true fulfillment to their expression of love; no child would come to
the boy's pouch. He didn't even have one.

     That last thought was like a splash of cold water on Lan-eev's face. It
saddened him. He found the will to resist the utter lust singing from his pole.
Bran-don's feet were kicking in the air. His body had been lifted in Lan-eev's
strong grip when bringing his pale butt onto his loins. How the boy squirmed in
his hands. The loud groans of pain! That's when Lan-eev realized how much
Bran-don was hurting and guilt squeezed his heart.

     Brandon felt that big cock withdrawing from his butt. He was set back down
on his feet. Relief filled him. His hole still ached like a bad memory that
wouldn't go away. Shame came to the boy. His body was too immature for Lan-eev.
In the tub, he'd performed as a man because that beast's hole could fit his
dick in it. A reverse in their roles couldn't happen. He glanced back at
Lan-eev to read his face. Was that anger?

     Lan-eev was angry. At himself. He'd stabbed too hard coming from his lust.
A glance at his pole left him feeling regret at its size. For a Grish of his
age, he bore a proud display of seed giving. A few fellows had turned tail to
offer a relief to his swelling loins but he mounted them not. His first seed
would be given to a lover; not wasted in a venting of mere lust. It was said
that that necessary act of relief could lead to love. That's how Uren-um had
won Sneev's heart or so he'd thought. Uren-um was nearly twice the age of his
friend and not that good looking so everyone had been surprised when Sneev took
Uren-um as his mate. He could have chosen a younger Grish. Someone handsome.
Lan-eev realized that his friend had discovered an inner beauty in his mate
which was reflected in the couple's eyes for each other.

     That same loving gaze had been exchanged between Bran-don and himself. He
was Hu-man with a strange looking face and he lacked body fur. Yet he'd Seen
the boy's inner beauty of spirit. That's why he chose to love him. The first
half to their mating had been accomplished. Seed was swimming towards his eggs.
Was there a chance for fertilization? Maybe... Yes! In the young Grish's heart,
he knew that a child would result from it. His faith in what the Most Revered
Elder had Foreseen about a union between a Hu-man and a Grish was unshaken.
They were the Ones!

     Brandon was trying to rub the aching from his butt. He turned to face
Lan-eev with down cast eyes. The man-beast was obviously disappointed in him.
Anger no longer blared from his brown owl's eyes but took on a kind of inner
contemplation. The boy's shy upward glances had seen that. What was Lan-eev
thinking? He wanted to ask him but words couldn't pass between them. It was
frustrating! Sneev peered down on them from his perch. He'd been silent but in
his eyes, Brandon saw understanding there. Words flew out his mouth.

     "I wanted to Turn for Lan-eev but... It hurt a lot!" Hearing that feeble
excuse in his ears made Brandon angry with himself. He spun on his feet away
from them. With hands pressed against the seed room's wall, the boy bent over
to offer Lan-eev his butt again. He vowed to take the beast's cock in him even
if it were to split his ass in two!

     "That Hu-man male is bold," whispered Sneev. "His heart burns to take you
inside him, my friend."

     Lan-eev was startled out of his deep thoughts. He'd heard his friend's
words, saw that Bran-don was offering himself again but reluctance came to him
that was reflected in the limp state of his seed giving pole. It had withdrawn
back into its sheath. "No," he whispered. In an even lower voice not meant to
be heard, he said: "The boy has already proven his love. It fills me."

     "What was that?" asked Sneev.

     "I don't want to hurt him," Lan-eev answered. He stepped forward to hold
his mate. With hands pulling on Bran-don's chest, he got the boy to straighten
up against him since there was no longer the need to stick into that offered
butt. His lust had cooled.

     "I will go fetch cooking grease from the kitchen," offered Sneev. "You can
finger some into his hole to make it slippery." Lan-eev didn't answer him yet
he grabbed the lantern and left the seed room in a rush.

     Brandon straightened up in Lan-eev's tight arms. He didn't feel a cock
against his butt, realizing that it had withdrawn back into its sheath. Relief
filled the boy. Yet his vow to offer himself to this man remained in his heart.
He reached back to pull over Lan-eev's tailed butt suggestingly.

     "I want you to take me!" the boy pleaded. He humped his butt against a
silky softness hoping to enrage male response from its sheath. When Lan-eev's
arms loosened around him, Brandon rushed to face the beast. He couldn't see
his face in the dark. Was it still showing disappointment?

     "I... Turn." The boy spun over his feet and stuck his butt out. He waited
for a long moment but nothing happened.

     Lan-eev just stood there. It ached his heart that Bran-don was trying so
hard to coax him into mating. Didn't the boy realize that he needn't prove his
love for him through an act of pain? Even if he took that offered butt, his
seed flooding it would find no eggs within to fertilize. The only chance for a
child came from his body. Hu-man seed swam in him now... seeking.

     Brandon felt chilled holding the wall. He turned around to seek Lan-eev's
warmth with his hands. They found the beast's furry belly. A sweetness in the
air filled the boy's nose. He sought it out by running his face down the man's
body until his chin pressed onto silky softness. It was Lan-eev's sheath. From
an overpowering need, the boy pressed his mouth onto its opening. He stuck his
tongue in. A slippery knob was found, warm and wet. He tasted a sweetness like
honey and his nose filled with an attractive musky scent.

     A sharp gasp came from Lan-eev. He felt Bran-don's mouth on his seed
giving pole that startled him. No Grish would dare such a thing! Their fangs
would hurt and it was a terrible wasting of seed to merely drink it. He pushed
on the boy's shoulders to stop him.

     Brandon lapped up the sweetness that pooled in this man-beast's sheath. It
had come from his cock's earlier excitement dripping. The man's swollen knob
rose into the boy's thirsty mouth. More sweetness! When he swallowed, utter
lust overcame Brandon. His dick swiftly erected along his belly. He felt a
sharp thrill go through his asshole. In his hand, he squeezed the swollen balls
sac to coax its release of seed into his mouth. To steal its male Power. Strong
hands were pushing him away though. "No!" he wailed.

     When Lan-eev pushed Bran-don away, much too strongly he realized, the boy
fell backwards with a startled cry. His hands managed to grab hold of arms to
slow the boy's fall onto his cot. He ended up on top of Bran-don who laid on
his back.

     "Hurt?" Lan-eev asked in concern. Only loud breathing answered him. He
felt legs snake around his behind and pull hard. This launched him forward on
his knees from that shift of weight.

     Brandon held the beast onto him with his legs pulling on that furry butt.
He was tempted to pull on his aching erection but reached between Lan-eev's
legs to find his instead. A sharp longing came from the boy's asshole. He'd
try to fill it with that cock poking out from its sheath; hot and stiff against
his palm. Oozing.

     Lan-eev felt a small hand on his pole that coaxed its growth. The boy bent
it downwards, through a valley of warm flesh until his knob pressed against a
thrilling tightness. The Hu-man's seed taking entrance!

     Brandon led that stiffening cock through his cheeks. He positioned the
man's slippery knob onto his asshole. How the boy wanted their bodies to join!
He tightened his legs around Lan-eev which lifted his butt up from the cot. He
impaled himself onto that cock. There was pain. Yet utter lust was in the boy
from drinking the beast's sweetness. Power surged through his body, centering
in his dick and butt hole. Both ached for completion and to bring about his
companion's release in him!

     Unable to control his pole's rising, Lan-eev penetrated Bran-don's hole.
The boy's firm grip around his shaft prevented him from making in and out
stabs. Yet the blood gorged lengthening of it slipped his knob further into
slimy tightness. He was surprised by the strength to those skinny legs around
his backside. Their urgent pulling forced him forward to sink his seed giving
pole deeper into seed taking entrance. Their bodies were coming together in
mating. He heard a lusty wail from the boy.

     Brandon realized that he'd done it! His asshole was swallowing the beast's
cock. That uncomfortable full sensation (like needed to poop) could be endured.
He'd managed to slip the man's knob past his butt's tight entrance without much
pain. Its excitement oozing made for a slippery passage through him. His left
hand prevented the man from thrusting. His right hand clung to Lan-eev's arm
whose hand held him firmly. This was a strange position to get fucked yet it
allowed them to face each other. If only there was light enough to see.

     Lan-eev pulled the boy closer to him. Their chests whispered together in
warmth. When his left arm was released, he reached around for Bran-don's upper
back as his back was being held. It was an awkward mating position. Pressure
grew on his knees that could be released by falling forward onto the Hu-man or
rocking back onto his crossed feet. He wouldn't do either. Not if he were to
keep their bodies fit together. That slimy warmth had swallowed nearly half his
length! The base of his shaft was no longer being gripped. He could give stabs
but kept himself from doing so because that'd hurt the boy earlier.

     It took trust in this man-beast not to thrust his butt when Brandon let go
of his cock. He reached lower for Lan-eev's sac of balls. They felt cool and
moist against his palm. He would find out if any seed remained to be shot into
his butt. Then the boy would reach that place of utter ecstasy Tine did when a
man-beast wet in her cunt. His 'cunt' was in back of his body that had nearly
swallowed all of this man's long cock!

     Lan-eev felt his seed producing pouch being cupped in the boy's hand.
He'll gladly empty it into his lover's 'butt'. He mouthed that Hu-man word.
His seed giving pole was nearly sheathed in the boy's 'butt hole'.

     Brandon heard his companion's mutterings. Butt. Butt hole. He'd always
wanted a beast to stick in him and now he had! When the boy thought that the
beast's cock was all the way inside him, more kept slipping deeper into his
asshole. How far would it reach inside his body? He giggled at a silly notion
that popped into his head: Lan-eev's long cock snaking through his intestines,
up his stomach and coming out of his mouth!

     "Great Fanged One!" Lan-eev exclaimed when his belly pouch pressed up
against Bran-don's loins. He'd sunk the entire length of his pole into the
boy. Sharp thrills shot from tip to hilt. His seed producing pouch swelled in
anticipation of being emptied. His legs became tense, arm muscles tightened as
his whole body prepared to perform this mating act. He was tempted to stab
through the Hu-man's butt but kept his lust in check. Just barely. He asked,
"Bran-don... good?"

     "Yessss. I'm good!" answered Brandon. "Go ahead."

     Lan-eev didn't understand all those Hu-man words but from the boy's pants
of excitement and the way his legs tightened and loosened around his backside,
he knew that Bran-don was ready for mating. A careful stab was given his butt.

     A sharp exhale was forced out of Brandon's mouth. Not that the beast's
thrust had hurt but he could feel how far that long cock was up his butt. He
grabbed Lan-eev's arms to hold on. A brutal fuck was expected like the one he'd
endured from Butch. That horny dog kept plunging his asshole like there was no
tomorrow. When the boy thought that he couldn't endure any more, a painful
ballooning in his gut tied their bodies together. Doggie sperm was pumped in.
Brandon knew from watching man-beasts perform that their cocks didn't swell up
like Butch's and only a handful of stabs into the girls and women brought the
beasts to seeding. They did share one male trait with dogs - it took a long
time to empty their balls.

     Another careful stab was given Bran-don. When Lan-eev didn't hear any pain
from the boy, he pulled back then thrust his cock forward to its hilt. He was
surprised by how easily he moved through this butt. Its slimy warmth yielded to
his quickening penetrations with thrills building in him towards explosion. He
realized, sadly, that his seed wouldn't find eggs within to bring forth a new
life coming from their love yet the trying was still very joyful!

     "Ahh... ahhh... ahhhh!" Brandon panted. He felt the beast pounding his
butt like a war drum. Lan-eev's cock grew more savage with each strike. The boy
felt a strange pain/tickle in his asshole that made his dick surge. It was a
similar feeling to pleasuring his erection in hand. More intense though. He no
longer clasped Lan-eev's wild humping within his legs; his knees pressed
against surging thighs with his feet planted in a blanket at the end of his
cot. He clung to the man's arms for dear life. Getting fucked by a man-beast
was everything and more than he'd ever imagined! The boy was scared one moment
(wondering if his ass would get split in two) then excited by the combining
thrills he felt from his butt and surging dick, yet above all, he was glad that
his body was satisfying Lan-eev. Lovers did that for each other. He'd fucked
him in the tub and now it was his turn to take stabs. Pride and utter joy
filled the youth. "Lan-eeeev!" he cried.

     Lan-eev was deep into mating. His cock sung with utter lust and the
building pleasure it was giving him by driving into a seed taking entrance.
Not a Grish's. This Hu-man boy had taken his heart where none of his race had.
He could still feel the joy to love him completely. Bran-don was crying out his
name. There was such joy heard in that piping voice. Rushed breaths were felt
on his face. He felt their noses bump together and then...

     Brandon pulled on his lover's arms to bring their faces together. He knew
that Lan-eev would accept this most tender of heartfelt expressions. A kiss.

     It didn't startle Lan-eev. In his head, he knew that Hu-mans pressed
mouths together to show love and from his heart, he accepted it as the act of
love Bran-don was giving him. He kissed the boy back.

     Their mating became frenzied. Mouths sucked on each other, their chests
rubbed, hands held backs and his seed giving pole was firmly clasped in a seed
taking entrance. It took his stabs: in, out, then back inside slimy tightness
with his spear tip seeking to pierce the hymen guarding an egg cavity. Lan-eev
knew there wasn't one but instinct made his pole stiffen to full length.

     Pain and intense pleasure combined in Brandon. He lifted his feet into
the air and spread his legs. His butt was being conquered by a beastly cock
that tied their bodies together.

     Lan-eev's tail shot straight up against his back. Their kissing ended.
Both needed to gasp for breath.

     Love driven lust exploded from the male parts of both lovers. Brandon's
dick shot swift and strong. What a sense of utter ecstasy from it! He cried out
in his high pitched voice. Lan-eev's seed giving pole did just that. It began
a lengthy squirting inside the Hu-man boy. The sensation was overpowering. His
eyes glazed over but not before he saw Bran-don's face. That intense expression
of love on it for him!

     Sneev held the lantern in his left hand and a bowl of grease in the other.
It seems that his young friend couldn't wait to mount the boy's unlubricated
hole. Theirs was an unusual mating position; not front to back but in facing
each other. Their mouths were pressed together. That Hu-man love rite enhanced
a Grish mating. He'd seen Lan-eev's hungry response to the boy's 'kiss'. After
setting the bowl down, Sneev reached up for his lips. They trembled in want of
the sensation. Uren-um and him had mated facing each other with mouths close
enough to feel their breaths. No kisses exchanged between them. Sneev wanted to
the next time he sat in his mate's lap to show him this wonderful expression of
love. These Hu-mans knew a good thing that could enhance their joining...

     Grief struck him. There would be no more loving hugs with Uren-um, Sneev
realized. His mate had been taken from him. At that moment, he understood why
he'd never sought to love another. It was the hope his heart clung to that the
Hu-mans still kept his mate prisoner in their stone fortress, not yet burned
for sport and dropped from the high walls onto the Grish army besieging them.

     Sneev dropped to his haunches. He barely managed to set the lantern down
on the floor before his arms enclosed about his head when tears flowed. Not to
weep for a lost lover; he Felt the strong sense that Uren-um was alive. It was
true! He'd witnessed members of his pack howl out when Sensing the death of a
mate. Those who loved each other deeply had this special bond. He loved his
mate dearly. No death call had Reached his heart.

     Lan-eev was slowly returning to his senses. He gazed upon Bran-don's face
that glowed like the afternoon sun. The boy's sky blue eyes had widened but
narrowed now with their eyelids fluttering. He was enjoying his moment of
seeding that brought intense pleasure. It wasn't a terrible wasting from his
loins that spilled onto Lan-eev's body. This Hu-man would produce more to give
him in the days ahead. Was not his seed taking entrance filled earlier with
this boy's love? That sperm would find his eggs and join. A new life would
result. His seed giving pole continued its flow in Bran-don. His knob had
swollen up deep in that slimy passage, giving him much pleasure that wouldn't
ebb for many heartbeats. He gently lifted his mate from the cot, half turning
himself over it to free his feet from under him. He crossed his legs behind
Bran-don. A lap formed for the boy to hold his impaled butt until they both
finished seeding.

     Sneev lowered his arms from his head. Through teary eyes, he saw that
Lan-eev held Bran-don in his lap. Both were still enjoying climax. The boy's
pole throbbed against his belly though its squirts had ended. He couldn't see
his friend's pole but knew it was still seeding the Hu-man's butt. The pleasure
from that was evident on Lan-eev's tense face. He had eyes only for Bran-don;
no notice had been taken of him while he crouched close at their side. The boy
hadn't so much as glanced in his direction. He only had eyes for Lan-eev. There
was such longing on that Hu-man boy's face. An endearing expression that no
Hu-man female had ever given him but they'd only been satisfying lust together.
Not expressing their hearts.

     Brandon remembered crying out. That ended their sweet kisses so he could
gulp in air. He lost himself to that utter ecstasy when his dick shot off. Its
intense thrills were enhanced by feeling the beast's cock throbbing deep in his
ass. Male release was flowing from his body and into it. He felt his dick still
trying to squirt; balls had been emptied yet his pleasure continued as if he
were. Lan-eev's cock was still pumping sperm into him. That really excited the
boy. More than just the notion of getting a wet butt, he felt the Power of this
man-beast. It grew in him like a fierce storm. Lightning flashed in his eyes.
Thunder boomed in his ears. He was both afraid and intensely excited by what
was happening to him: bespellment.

     There was no escape for Brandon. He felt himself being lifted from his cot
and set in the man-beast's lap forming around his butt. He was still impaled on
that long cock, throbbing through his asshole and gushing more sperm into him.
The boy wanted this sweet torture to end, and he didn't want it to stop. His
dick jerked along his belly from prolonged climax with such thrills he'd never
experienced before. It was too overpowering! He clenched his fists at the
beast's sides and began pounding him. A feeble attempt to escape this beast's
clutches. "Stop..." he begged. In a fiercer voice, "No! Don't stop..."

     Lan-eev felt Bran-don struggling against him. To escape getting seeded?
He saw fear on the boy's face that turned to great longing then back to that
crazed look. It troubled his heart. He'd heard that Hu-man females endured a
difficult first mounting. Not from taking a Grish's stabs but the unexpected
Blood Quickening they'd never experienced from Hu-man males seeding them. Not
wanting this young Hu-man to suffer, yet unable to stop their mating, he held
the boy close to his chest and began singing to him. Only a humming melody
since words failed him for being deep in the Blood Quickening himself.

     Man-beast and boy sat close together for a while. Their tense bodies,
heated from sex and the intense pleasure given them soon grew calm. It had been
an expression of their heartfelt love for each other. Lan-eev conceived when
fulfilling their Dual Mating Rite. In the turning of one moon phase, he will
discover a joyous swelling to his belly that proved he was with child. The
Father to them all had allowed this. Strife amongst His children would end
because of this apparent 'miracle'. He was Love. This empowered those to bring
a fulfillment to their lives when taking Love into their being. Lan-eev and
Brandon had done so. They were amongst the most blessed of His children.

     That fierce storm raging in Brandon had passed. His body sagged wearily in
Lan-eev's arms. Calm returned to the boy so he could think about what had
happened. Getting mounted by a man-beast was similar to getting fucked by a dog
but much more intense. The pain he'd endured! And the utter ecstasy from it.
They were a strange combination of sensations that had overwhelmed him. He no
longer felt that throbbing in his asshole. His dick had softened to sleep over
his balls, empty as this man's was from filling him up completely. That left
him feeling awed. He had vowed to give his butt no matter what. That he did.
Another human conquest for the beasts... No! In the boy's heart, he knew that
Lan-eev loved him for more than the pleasure of his butt. Wasn't he singing to
him now? A soothing song to chase his fears away. Love burst in his heart for
this young man-beast and he needed to show it too.

     Brandon would by kissing his lover. He pulled on Lan-eev's arms to bring
his mouth up to his. The beast's face looked tenderly at him in spite of his
fangs. It wasn't so scary looking anymore. The boy turned his face slightly so
they wouldn't bump noses. A kiss happened. Lan-eev had put lips to his before
he could! This most tender of love acts was accepted by the man-beast.

     Sneev was surprised that his friend touched mouths with the boy while he
was still recovering from his intense act of seeding. That could be a dangerous
moment for any Grish to intrude upon; even his new mate. Lan-eev was an
inexperienced youth. Love for this Hu-man had tempered his instincts. He didn't
savagely pound into that butt by giving in to lust. A tender mating was given
Bran-don who deserved it. This last thought startled Sneev. He bitterly hated
the Hu-mans due to the war but it had softened towards one of them. Other pink
faces came before his inner sight. He acknowledged them for not being his enemy
either: Mrs. Canterson and her three daughters, especially little Clare. He was
often coming to their dwelling to be served food and beer. The woman eagerly
satisfied his lust. Could it be more than that they both felt for each other?
Guilt squeezed his heart. He couldn't love a Hu-man or any Grish save for his
mate, Uren-um. It was a betrayal to their love for giving his seed to another
even in lust! Sneev made a rash vow. A part of his heart raged against it which
only confirmed what he'd suspected. He felt a love for a Hu-man female.

     There was no doubt in the hearts of Lan-eev and Bran-don for what they
shared. A Grish and a Hu-man could love each other completely. Sneev saw that
reflected in their faces upon each other. They kissed again. Sweetly. He cast
aside his own troubled thoughts to acknowledge them.

     "I have witnessed your mating," announced Sneev as expected of him. He
gripped a brown and white shoulder. Their being different species didn't make
any difference. It's what was in their hearts that mattered. They turned to him
with seeking eyes. Lan-eev smiled in gratitude. Bran-don blinked in the bright
light of his lantern. Then a yawn filled his fangless mouth. And another. The
Hu-man's skinny arms and legs loosened around his Grish mate. Eyes closed.
Bran-don was exhausted after mating. This was a thing Sneev had seen in Hu-mans
before. Those women and girls who were newly mounted by the Grish.

     Great weariness was overcoming Brandon. His loins had been emptied but his
heart was filled with love. A butt full, too. The Power from man-beast's seed
had its bespelling affect upon the boy. He'd surrendered to it. His limbs grew
weak and his eyes lost their sight.

     Lan-eev held his lover's soft head against his chest. The boy was snoring.
Sneev got to his feet, fetched the lantern and left the seed room without the
need to exchange further words between them. All was said in a single glance.
His friend's understanding grin and bright eyes had revealed that he accepted
his complete love for a Hu-man.

     In the darkness, Lan-eev yawned. He too was weary from their mating. His
seed giving pole was slipping back into its sheath but he kept his knob inside
the boy. A Grish's body didn't leak after mating. His egg cavity (which lay in
a side passage off the anal canal) held the gifted seed like a sponge. One
embryo or two would get fertilized. The body absorbed the rest as nourishment.
Not so for Bran-don. Seed would gush out of his butt if it weren't plugged.

     Lan-eev wanted to keep their bodies joined. He wound his tail around them,
held Bran-don's back in his right hand and cupped that soft butt in the other.
Another yawn escaped his mouth. He couldn't resist sleep for much longer. His
head dropped to the boy's shoulder. An inwards breath filled his nose with the
sweet scent of sperm. A Hu-man's. It was similar in smell to the Grish. Their
bodies weren't that different from each other. Both bore seed giving poles in
front and an entrance in back to take seed. He knew why his lusting tribesmen
didn't mount Hu-man males. They didn't willingly give themselves for sex like
their females. Rape was abhorrent to the Grish. The Hu-mans performed that vile
act on Grish who fell in battle to shame them. Tails were cut off and worn
around their waists in sport.

     Bran-don's tailless butt stuck out to satisfy Grish lust. He endured many
mountings, his pink pole forced to spill its seed to the ground in a terrible
wasting. Lan-eev searched his fellows for the Hu-man's missing tail. None bore
that war trophy. When the boy held his aching butt filled to overflowing,
Lan-eev offered his lap to sit in. He plugged Bran-don's hole with his knob.
They pressed mouths together. A Hu-man gesture of showing love. Bran-don gave
him a knowing grin when peering at the left side of his chest. A pink tail was
tied around it. Relief filled Lan-eev for having found it wound around himself.
Yes. This Hu-man had given his love only to him though he submitted himself to
that bodily act with other Grish. They could only fill his butt with seed;
nothing for his heart. Lan-eev fulfilled his mate's need for love. It gushed in
him. Yet when he turned to receive the boy's love, his pink balls sac had none
to give. It'd been emptied to the ground bearing the footsteps of many Grish
who'd stood behind him earlier. Anguish filled them both.

     Turning his eyes upwards, Lan-eev made his plea unto the Great Fanged One
that his tribesmen would acknowledge Bran-don as his mate so their lust would
be stayed. Only in this way could the boy's seed be saved for him.

     Lan-eev's prayer was Answered. The Great Fanged One cast down the moon to
fill his belly. Its crescent phase swelled to fullness in him. The Law Giver
acknowledged Bran-don as the sire of their child and twisted gold wire in his
hair. No proud display would ever come to Lan-eev's hair because the Hu-man
couldn't impregnate him. That didn't matter. He was given a greater honor: a
filled belly pouch. The tribe would name him the Golden Child because of his
sun colored hair like that of his Hu-man sire. Brown and black hair covered his
body like the Grish. His sky blue eyes held the moon during the day. None would
question what he said because truth always rang in his words. This youth would
grow up to become the tribe's Most Revered Elder.

     Brandon also dreamed. Not of the future like Lan-eev but of something from
his dim past. Since the age of five, Paul had held him while he slept. A close
embrace from behind that led to a fitting of their bodies. Bran recognized that
similar sensation when Lan-eev stuck into his asshole. Did Paul squirt in him?
He remembered having a sore butt in the morning that only now he knew why. Bran
didn't remember much from his sickly years. His brother had taken care of him
while his parents worked the fields with their older brothers. If not for
Paul's utter devotion and love for him, he would have died. Perhaps not in body
but of mind and spirit.

     What's become of his dearest brother? A moonbeam struck Brandon's foot. It
spread to illuminate him in pale light but a shadow fell over Paul. His hatred
of the man-beasts and need to dominate others drove him to do terrible things.
He no longer expressed male love with his dick but wielded it like a war spear.
He stabbed into black furred butts that had lost their tails. Fellow soldiers
were encouraged to humiliate their captives in a spending of lust. A loveless
act, thought Bran. He reached out his hand to offer Paul redemption that would
save his soul. Would he accept his help?

                                      +++

     Dawn arrived which Lan-eev greeted with his morning prayers. He'd looked
for Sneev to join him but found him gone from the house. Was his friend still
troubled that he's taken a Hu-man for a mate and that's why he'd fled? With his
thanks given unto the Great Fanged One for His many blessings, Lan-eev asked
that Sneev would find a new lover. He'd mourned for Uren-um long enough!

     Returning to the barn with a bucket of water, Lan-eev cleaned his mate's
body and gently set him down over his belly. A blanket was pulled over Bran-don
but not before he gazed longingly on that smooth pale butt. Such pleasure it
had given him! He'd come of age by performing as an adult. Not inside a true
seed taking entrance since this was a Hu-man who lacked eggs. Most of his seed
put into Bran-don the night before had gushed out when their bodies separated.
A terrible wasting of seed! was his first thought but he cast that aside when
realizing it was given to the boy in love though no child would result. A
pouchling would come to him though. Had he not dreamed this would be so? He
wanted his Hu-man mate to continue seeding him and in turn, receive Grish seed.
There was much joy in those acts.

     Bran-don continued to sleep over his cot. He snored softly and there was a
peaceful expression on his face. Seeing that eased Lan-eev's heart. The boy had
managed penetration after their first failed attempt. He didn't want to cause
pain with his seed giving pole! A Grish's was much longer than in Hu-man males.
Like many of the females who were first mounted, Bran-don had fallen under the
Blood Quickening. Its power made the boy release from his pole which Lan-eev
still bore on the front of his body. He brought its sweet scent up to his nose.
Love! That's what he smelled and a longing filled him to mate with Bran-don
again when he awakened. The boy would perform first in their Dual Mating Rite
so when his butt was taken next, it wouldn't cause that terrible wasting of
seed. Lan-eev mouthed his sticky fingers. He tasted his mate's love.

     Feeling weary himself, Lan-eev slipped under the blanket with Bran-don.
He turned the boy onto his side with his soft butt pressed against his loins.
That drew the expected response. His seed giving pole sought a connection
between them. Lan-eev only wanted to hold his mate not ever letting him go!

     Brandon moaned. He dreamed of being held close in Paul's arms so he stuck
his butt out. That familiar tickly sensation was felt between his cheeks. A
stiffness pressed onto his hole. He moaned again, feeling his brother's dick
slipping inside him. Yet he took no stabs.

     Lan-eev was surprised. Bran-don had allowed himself to get penetrated and
moaned with excitement though he was still asleep. His snoring proved it. A
thought came to Lan-eev that this Hu-man had given his butt to another before.
A Hu-man male? That was likely given Bran-don's willingness to be seeded by a
Grish. There were no known accounts of Hu-man male-to-male copulation. They'd
mated in an unusual position last night by facing each other. Who had shown
Bran-don how to do that?

     It wasn't from a sense of jealousy that Lan-eev wanted to ask Bran-don.
Did Hu-man males seek relief with each other? Was it a common act between boys?
Another thought struck Lan-eev. What if it were a man who first loved Bran-don?
That thought did give hurt to Lan-eev's heart. He wasn't the first to love him!

     Brandon backed onto his brother's dick and moaned. He liked feeling it
inside his butt. "Paul..." he whispered. Unusually strong arms held him. A
rope like curling was felt around his erection that thrilled it. Bran whispered
his brother's name again.

     Lan-eev had sent his tail to wind around Bran-don's seed giving pole. It
was hard. The boy's breathing deepened, yet he was still asleep because of the
snoring. His seed giving pole was nearly at full length. It liked the sensation
of slimy tightness around it yet he kept himself from stabbing. He needed to
know who 'Pawl' was. That's surely the name of Bran-don's first lover. If only
he knew Hu-man speech to ask.

...

     After a long day's work in the fields, Brandon led his three 'sisters'
back to the house to sup. They'd not spoken to him. Only soft mutterings
amongst themselves and giggling behind their hands led the boy to believe
that they'd been talking about him being with a man-beast. He wasn't ashamed.
Their mother was often satisfying Sneev but what he shared with Lan-eev was
more than venting lust. His heart was filling with that man-beast's love.

     Brandon's heart quickened when they drew near to the house. He saw two
man-beasts talking with each other on the porch. Their eyes fell on him; the
girls were ignored. Lan-eev's gaze was endearing by its loving glow but his
companion (it wasn't Sneev) sent a sharp stare that pierced the boy like a
spear that landed over his backside. The boy gasped. Was this man-beast come
to command him to "Turn!" as if he were a bespelled female? His butt was only
offered to Lan-eev! They'd stuck into each other's out of love or so the boy
thought. He cast that unworthy thought from his head. Yet worry arose in his
heart by the presence of this new man-beast who eyed his backside lustfully.

     "Good day to you, Bran-don. We are come to speak with you, or rather, I
will turn Lan-eev's words and yours into understanding."

     Brandon was taken aback. The man-beast had spoken in good English with
hardly any accent. He remembered to bow out of respect. Hope burned in his
heart that he could finally speak with Lan-eev through this man who offered to
translate for them. There were so many questions he needed answering!

     "Bare your lower body," the man-beast commanded.

     Fear squeezed Brandon's heart. His right hand automatically went to his
waist but before pulling his pants down, he peered at Lan-eev. An assuring
smile was given him. Yet it didn't ease the boy's fear that his companion
wanted to fuck his little butt.

     "Do it."

     Brandon knew better than to resist the orders given by a man-beast. He
dropped his pants and skiff. Two sets of golden eyes stared low on him. The
boy wondered what they thought about his dick. Limp over his balls, he bore
hair on his groin that was a sign of approaching manhood. He'd performed that
manly act of seeding Lan-eev though his butt was taken as if he were a girl.

     "Turn, boy."

     A sharp breath was sucked into Brandon's mouth. He slowly turned around.
The man-beasts spoke to each other in their guttural language while the boy
stood there waiting. At any moment, he expected to feel bodily warmth against
his backside and that seeking snake up his asshole. Lan-eev's cock he welcomed.
It had been joyous (though with some pain) to take his swift stabs that had
flooded his butt afterwards. Then later as they lay to sleep, their bodies had
fit together again with Lan-eev's cock sheathed in him (but not for sex) while
his long tail was wound around his waist in a kind of embrace like those
strong arms which held him through the night. Brandon had never realized how
lonely he'd been until Lan-eev. His heart ached him this day in longing to
catch even a glimpse of his... lover. Yes. That's what he felt for his young
man-beast. Now that his lover stood near, the boy had been reluctant to reveal
his feelings in front of this other man-beast as if he would despise them and
what they'd dared share.

     A hand pressed over Brandon's lower back. He was startled, but bent over
and spread his legs as far as the pants dropped at his ankles permitted. A
thrill went through the boy's asshole. He expected penetration and longed for
it even from a man-beast he didn't love though that was the lust speaking in
him. Lan-eev offered him more than a wet butt. This man-beast who wanted him
would only get male relief from the boy; not his love.

     The man-beasts spoke together. Brandon heard his name mentioned several
times along with the word 'butt'. Was Lan-eev begging his companion not to
rape his?

     "Cover yourself, boy."

     Brandon quickly reached down for his skiff and pants. Relief filled him.
When he was clothed, the boy turned to face them.

     "You are willing to turn for us, Bran-don?"

     Brandon gazed at Lan-eev. "For him." The boy's words had been a plea. He
heard the man-beast cluck his tongue but knew not if it was in surprise or
distain. When Lan-eev opened his arms, the boy flew into them. He buried his
face in his lover's neck. Them strong arms held him very close as he trembled.
For a long while they stood together. Tears of joy ran down the boy's face
since it seemed that their display of love for each other wouldn't be despised
by his companion.

[MORE YET TO BE WRITTEN]

...

[SUMMARY FOR FUTURE STORY PART]

     Brandon was taken from Mrs. Canterson's care after that night and housed
in the sooth Seer's lodging. Its largest room held a fireplace. The Grish kept
it going so the naked boy would keep warm. Lan-eev invited all who would gift
their seed to this willing male Hu-man but only he took in him the boy's seed.
Here's how the daily ritual was performed. As Bran laid on his belly over soft
animal skins, a succession of eager Grish kneeled over his outstretched legs
to mount his ass. Lan-eev sat in front of the boy who sipped from his loins.
The power from that eased any discomfort he would have felt from the multiple
penetrations he received throughout the day. Much seed was spilt into his
thirsty asshole. Some of the women and older girls in his village had to go
without.

     Lan-eev's tail wound around Bran's left arm. He kept his seed giving part
from sticking too far out its sheath so the boy wouldn't gag during his many
sippings. The joy from seeding again and again! Yet what he felt in his heart
was more fulfilling, especially when their greatest expression of love took
place when Bran passed his seed into him each evening. That went unwitnessed
by the others. Lan-eev waited until their child born crawled up to his pouch to
announce the fulfillment of the Most Revered Elder's vision.

                                      ***
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Although this second story part is unfinished, I wanted to post it for Readers
to enjoy. I'm writing the remaining story parts to my 'New to Teaching Love'
series and don't know when I'll return to the 'Man-beasts' series.

I'm writing a related story: "Paul's Redemption". It accounts Brandon's brother
in boyhood and his teen years serving in the War. A conclusion to this series
is being written that accounts the final battle between Grish and the humans.
Don't worry. I'll continue to write story parts that lead up to that.

A Reader has written to me saying that he likes this story but I'm using too
many words in the telling. By that, I think, he means that there's not enough
sex in it or not being provided fast enough to his satisfaction. This is a love
story that I'm writing. What Brandon and Lan-eev are feeling for each other is
more than the fulfillment of bodily need and pleasure. As Sneev said, they face
a difficult path ahead. A Hu-man boy and a young Grish have to overcome their
cultural differences, gain acceptance by peers (or at least tolerance) and find
their place in the relationship if they are to remain together. How this new
couple deal with their fears, misunderstandings, doubts, and even happiness is
the same struggle we all face when falling in love with another person. That is
our sacred path in life.

As flesh entrapped spirits, we learn and grow from the experience that's taken
to the Beyond. Giving in to only lust denies us a more fulfilling existence
while we dwell here for a short while. Be brave! Give into the possibility of
love in all its beautiful and magical manifestations for yourself. That's what
I'm trying to express in this 'too wordy' story admits the lusty sex scenes.

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