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"Amarofatuation"

Wolekdorf; a ruined city in the furthest region of Il Mheg's northern border, populated by a large grouping of Amaro who had either departed on their own, or retired after long lives of service to warriors and travelers. The myth that the could talk as well, was what led Zoran to seek them out. Upon his first arrival in the pixie-infested realm though, he had dealt with them directly; despite their trickery, despite their supposedly innocent "games" that served to amuse only themselves, he had managed to persevere. This Ronso with the fur of a stormcloud and a mane of gold proved to be a mind to reckon with, and as soon as his intent was clear to them that he did not regard their wants, the pixies released him without much of a fight; but after two days now, he felt as though the mirror lake that surrounded the great pixie castle was without end. His legs eventually grew tired, his mind enveloped itself in a haze of exhaustion and he would camp. Even with the restoration of night, he could see the passage of time laid out before him, and eventually...his journey led him to his third night.

Zoran extracted a flint from his ruck sack and brought it to a small pile of wood he had set out for a campfire, as he tapped away at it, watching the sparks float off into the night sky with each attempt, he began to grow more and more frustrated. Finally, a spark that was bright enough to illuminate a flame on the wood also revealed a pair of deep green eyes staring directly into his. "Hello, friend."

"WUAHHH!" The Ronso screamed in shock as he threw himself back. The archer had not even time to grab his bow before the man that had interrupted him came into view; another like himself, only this one was strapping, and carried with him a large claymore that was slung across his shoulders.

The newcomer's eyes widened in shock as he reached down. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you..."

"Didn't you?" Zoran replied suspiciously as he took the other man's hand and was hoisted immediately to his feet, where he dusted himself off. "Were you a hair shorter, I would have suspected you were a pixie..."

The Ronso looked at himself, a peculiar combination of green and ashen gray color as his yellow cat eyes blinked and turned the attention back to Zoran. "Does my appearance alarm you?"

"My apologies, friend." Zoran said. "I've been traveling long and I've been uncommonly rude. I am Zoran." He said with a slight bow of his head.

"Farin." The other Ronso replied with a similar gesture. "Where do you travel?"

"I am headed to Wolekdorf to meet with the amaro that reside there."

"Oh? How interesting, I am on the same trek." The Ronso blinked and for a brief moment, his eyes looked to be aflame with a brilliant green that burned itself into his retinas. Zoran staggered back for a moment before his hand was caught by the other man. "Are you all right?"

Zoran put his hand to his eyes and exhaled slowly, putting the dizziness out of his mind before responding. "I am fine." He said. "I think I've had a long day."

Farin nodded. "Say, friend. I know we've only just met, but might we share camp together? I've actually been traveling south all day from Wolekdorf and I haven't the means to start a fire of my own."

Politely, Zoran gestured to his fire and allowed the man to join without much reply. Eagerly, the stranger proceeded to remove his backpack and roll out a small pad hanging from its side belt. "What Ronso travels unprepared for camp?" He wondered to himself as he watched the beast brazenly remove his clothing right in front of him. The sight made Zoran blush and he turned away. "By the makers, you are pretty flagrant with your modesty are you not?"

"Why be modest when nature provides enough for us, brother?" Farin replied with a smirk. His smirk slowly faded. "Oh, I apologize I've offended you I--"

"No, no worries." Zoran said. "Do as you will, we are both adults here. I was just... not expecting--"

"I should have asked first. Please accept my apologies..."

It wasn't long before things were settled and the pair were lying near their warming fire. Despite the temperate nature of Il Mehg this time of year, the nights still grew rather chill and the warmth was needed. Zoran sighed listless as he looked up into the sky, counting the stars of the heavens that until recently had been lost to the people of this world for so long. He glanced at the stranger, who lay naked on his roll in very much a similar position, also staring into the sky. As Zoran looked back, Farin's voice came up. "Tell me friend. Why do you seek the amaro? Why take the time to learn of the beasts?"

"Do you disregard them so easily?" He asked. "You speak of them as if they are truly mindless animals."

"Are they not?"

Zoran shook his head. "No, I don't believe so. I have seen into the eyes of the Amaro; I know that something stirs deep within them...ah, the secrets they must keep from us mortal men." He looked at Farin, who had turned to face him, his head rested on one of his hands. "What?" He asked off of Farin's expression.

Farin shook his head in amusement. "You speak of them like a poet. Do you have such romantic notions toward other Ronso?"

"It is hard to explain." Zoran sighed. He looked at Farin again, and something in his gaze brought forth thoughts in an almost uncontrolled burst from his lips. "I--have always found them fascinating, almost...sacred. I'd always wondered what it must be to be among them, to speak to them, to--to love them." He paused and looked away, his words betraying his thoughts. "I-I'm sorry I don't know where that came from."

Tarin snorted in amusement. "Do not worry about it." He said. "We all have thoughts like that."

Despite the assurances, Zoran's throat felt tight from the sudden admission and in a fit of awkwardness he thrust himself onto his roll once again and turned over.

"Yes... yesssss..." He heard the voice moaning, the embrace of feathers brushing across his face, the wetness of his cock on his stomach as he felt the warm, muscular body on top of him. Zoran moaned as he heard the voice, he could feel teeth--or perhaps a beak against his neck before realizing that there was an amaro looking him in the eyes. A swirl of green filling his vision, the ebon-dark face and feathers looming over him, his lean muscular form thrusting up and back down again as he suddenly realized he was in the air; there was no ground under him, everything felt like it was moving in slow motion his limbs were hanging limp as he felt lost in his eyes. With a ruffling of his feathers, the Amaro craned his head down and dragged his tongue slowly along the Ronso's abdomen. It felt incredible and his toes curled in anticipation as every digit began to tingle. "You--are mine..." He heard the Amaro's voice echoing through his mind. A single talon then slid along the Ronso's cheek. "Do you like this?"

"Ye-yes..." Zoran replied automatically, every attempt to force a different answer was removed as the beast's beak bit down almost gently on the man's chest. "Ahh! F--fuck!" He gasped.

"Tell me you want me, Zoran..." The Amaro's eyes gleamed into the Ronso's, he could see little else, he couldn't turn away he couldn't resist. He just felt the pools of light filling his body. "Do you want me to fuck you?" He felt the creature's wet cock pressing against his ass.

"Ye--yes..." Zoran gasped as he snapped out of his sleep and bolted upright.

It was the middle of the night, the campfire had been reduced to embers and as he looked to Tarin, he noticed he was sleeping soundly, his back turned to him. The Ronso had woken in a cold sweat, he ran his hand along the back of his neck and felt it drenched. His small clothes were also wet, his cock still hard and pressing out like a tent of a bulge. He was shivering; that dream--it had felt so real...so hot... he needed to go cool off, he needed to rinse off in a hurry. As he got up, he could hear Tarin stirring.

"Whuzzat...?" He muttered.

"I'll return, my friend." Zoran said softly. "I must relieve myself, don't worry."

"M'not worried..." Tarin answered, hardly moving. "Have--n'good time..."

Zoran was relieved that Tarin hadn't even bothered to look at him, as he got up and crept away, sporting a rather obvious erection, he rushed down the hill and found himself at the edge of the lake. Stripping his breaches, he checked over his shoulder before gliding into the water to cool himself off. He inhaled and ducked under the water, allowing himself to sink down a few feet before kicking from the bottom of the lake and re-emerging with a gasp for air. What was happening to him? Why was he feeling this way? He'd never--admit to wanting to mate with Amaro--especially other males. But his earlier admission to Tarin and then that dream--that vivid--vivid dream... he couldn't get it out of his mind. Every thought he tried to push from his mind only flashed that brilliantly green color and that lustful feeling in his hips. But somehow when he closed his eyes, that's when it felt the most vivid...and this damn erection--

Zoran grunted as his hands gripped the stiff base of his cock. He untied the side of his small clothes and let it fall free. He let the cloth float away as he released it and fully embraced himself under the water. His cock throbbed with a need to release, his body shaking under the furry layer, right down to the core of his flesh as he squeezed his flesh and stroked it from hilt to tip and back down again. He couldn't get the image of that amaro out of his mind, what he imagined having done to him...everything.

His fingers slid along his balls, which swayed slowly in the water; full, ready to explode. He had to get it out he had to--

Zoran paused as he heard something...something...above him, and as he looked up he expected to see something flying at him. But all he saw was the beautiful full moon illuminating the sky overhead. "That's strange, what an odd--HRRK!"

The grab happened as he expected, but not how he expected. It hadn't come from in front of him, a pair of massive Amaro talons instead snagged him from behind, hoisting him violently into the air from his place in the cool water. "WHAT IN THE--?!" He screamed as he was dragged into the sky. "Release me! Release me now, damn you!" He exclaimed as he struggled in vain to pull himself away. He felt himself go higher and higher into the air, and then the solid mass of land replacing the reflecting fluid of the lake, which made him reconsider his position.

"Are you sure you wish to be released?" The Amaro spoke, his talons threatening to loose themselves from Zoran's shoulders, but it only made him hold tight to them.

"No no no...a little too high for this cat to fall. This is good."

"Hmm hmm, good."

"Wait--you are speaking to me! How is this possible?"

The Amaro stared at the Ronso. "I thought you've done all the research on us that you could, Ronso? Did you not expect us to speak?"

"N-no I..."

"Or did you have more--carnal thoughts in that fascinating mind of yours?"

Before Zoran could say anything, he found himself bouncing against the grassy gnoll of a high cliffside. He didn't react to much as he was quickly brought to a rest under the creature's body. Suddenly staring up into his eyes, Zoran tried casually to ignore the fact that this male's cock was pressed firmly against his own. A dry lump forced itself down his throat as he stared at him. Those eyes--like a green fire staring down at him, glowing even in the dark of this night. He felt compelled to stare into them, his every shred of strength melting away in mere moments. "By the makers what--" His voice faded out as the Amaro spoke.

"Shh, be silent little one." He said with a grin to his beak as it nestled against the side of the Ronso's face. "You've been expecting this for some time, haven't you? Is that not what brought you to Il Mehg in the first place?"

"I--I don't know..." Zoran spoke. "I don't... remember..."

Those eyes; shifting again, looking almost like swirls that enraptured Zoran now as the beast purred and nuzzled against him. "This--seems...familiar?" His speech was slowing, he couldn't control himself. His mind was burning with a hundred questions, but now all he wanted was to be fucked and filled by this beast and he instead reclined back into a longing gaze. The Amaro smiled and dragged his tongue along Zoran's neck, using his talons to pin the Ronso's arms up over his head, his body urging the man's legs back and apart as his own shaft pushed in needfully, pushing against the man's ass. Flexing the flesh as it pushed past the ring, filling the Ronso's senses with the familiar sting and pleasure that came with it. He couldn't resist, he looked up into those eyes and every word came caught in his throat and he couldn't fight it. Those large black wings the highlighted beak, it was just like the dream he'd had...familiar yet--he'd never met this beast before...

Zoran looked around to see other Amaro gathering to watch; had they... they had landed in Wolekdorf; those ruins that housed dozens of these beasts and they had come to watch the show being put on. He trembled as he felt the Amaro's muscular griffin-like form dominate him and thrust forward.

"AHH!" He gasped loudly as the avian cock pushed into his body. He felt his stomach shift, the bulge of the beast's invading member prominently pressing against his stomach. Flashes of that green fire from his eyes still filling Zoran's vision. "Ffff--" He had lost the ability to form words, and only sounds were emitting from his lips now. The beast swayed inward again, and again, letting his length go deeper and deeper until he could feel the beast's orbs slapping against the flesh of his backside. Had it been flesh on flesh, it would have been a palpable, echoing slap, but with fur on down, it was more of a dull plop as their bodies collided again and again.

With a bone heaving sigh, Zoran heard the Amaro growl in pleasure as he began to pump thick waves of seed deep inside the Ronso. Enough to overtake his innards and warm them, enough to send a throbbing fountain deep into his guts. As the beast spent himself from his first volley, he purred and let his cock slide out of him. Zoran relaxed slightly before noticing that he was still being prodded at. This time, a second Amaro had joined the fray; not as a participant, no. The first one made it abundantly clear he was going to mark the Ronso and he did so by pulling Zoran back against the second beast's back and craning his neck down to drag his tongue along that throbbing erection of his. The slickness of his tongue was almost enough to make him go over the edge immediately. He could feel it building as the Amaro's mouth wrapped tightly around the Ronso's impressive flesh, his tongue twisting around it like a snake threatening to draw the very life out of it.

Zoran was shaking now, his body ready to release in an instant, but he felt compelled to hold back; for what, he didn't know. He simply continued to see the beast's eyes in his vision, telling him "Not yet... not yet..."

Then he felt it, a rough, rigid shaft pressing on the horns atop his head, pushing down the mane of fur to rest in between them like a natural cock holder. He gazed up at that dark flesh and closed his eyes as it began to rain droplets of white down upon him. He was bathing him; bathing him in his own seed, and while Zoran had never thought about that before, there were things about it that really turned him on. He opened his eyes and inhaled deeply as he dragged his tongue along that rough cock flesh, taking in the fluid like drinking from a flask of milk. It was...so intoxicating so... alluring. He'd even forgotten how he'd gotten here, and could only think of what was happening now...

"Cum for us, young Ronso... give me a taste of your seed.

The voice was clearly coming from the head Amaro, but it was echoing in his head at the same time, a soft coaxing that relaxed his body right to the point where he felt that climax building in his loins and with a thrust and growl he began to shoot his seed in every direction possible, but with a masterful tongue, the Amaro engulfed it, taking in every drop.

As the moment slowly passed, the Amaro curled in on him along with the others that had surrounded them. A voice entered Zoran's mind: "Be at rest with us..." It said, and immediately, he felt quite relaxed. His balls slowly churning every drop out of him. It was...as he felt, going to be the start of a long night for them...

Zoran woke with a gasp, seeing visions of the Amaro's eyes flickering before his eyes as he did so. And he realized that he was on his own bed roll, beside the campfire from the night before. Tarin still sleeping on his roll as the sunrise slowly began to crest the horizon, sending rays of sunlight across the landscape of Il Mehg...had it...all been a dream?

"Tarin?" He asked, looking at the other Ronso, who stirred. "Last night...did...I go down to the river?"

Tarin turned to look at him. "Not that I recall. You were asleep most of the evening. Why do you ask?"

It was then that Zoran realized the gleam of green in Tarin's eyes...could he... have been one of the Amaro all along? Glamoured to look like a Ronso? Zoran laughed in spite of himself as Tarin stared at him in confusion.

THE END?