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Gurak awoke several hours later. The sun was shining through the window, Rulu was still pressed against his side, and...Rulu was touching his dick.

Gurak blearily opened his eyes, panic setting in as he focused and tried to get a grasp of what he woke up to. Rulu had his hand around his orc dick, stroking it slowly, the foreskin pulling back and forth easily, slick with pre. The lizardman's head was on his chest, looking down, watching his handiwork. Gurak wasn't sure what to do but decided to make sure that Rulu knew he was awake.

Gurak coughed softly, then spoke. "Rulu, what are you doing?" Rulu didn't even react, he remained focused on the task in his hand.

"Playing with your dick." He stated simply. Matter of fact. The orc grunted softly.

"I can see that. Why are you?" Gurak retorted, trying not to sound angry, but a bit upset at the invasion of his privacy and assault of his person.

"I couldn't think of a way to thank you, for saving me, twice." He stops his hand and moves to look up at Gurak. "Would giving you my body, as Towen did suffice?"

Gurak choked on his air at that. He sat up slowly, almost knocking Rulu onto the floor as he did so. "Y...you know we...did stuff? You don't care?"

Rulu catches himself and sits on the side of the bed, his back towards the orc. "I could smell it on the two of you after you got back. You may have bathed, but it was clear and distinct, we lizards have a sharper sense of smell and taste." He shrugs. "I figured if Towen trusted you enough to share a bed with you, then you were worthy of my trust as well. I admit, I was a little jealous at first, but when I saw how hard you tried to rescue that elf, when you thought it was me, Towen chose wisely."

Gurak looks down, his dick twitched, betraying his desire for intimacy. He was practically a virgin in his previous life, and now to have not one, but two guys interested in him, was daunting. "Will Towen be jealous, or upset?" He asks the lizardman.

Rulu looks up from the floor and shakes his head. "It's not like we've ever shared a lover before." He laughs gently. "But at least he'd know you were in good hands if we were together."

Gurak looked up at the ceiling now and smirked. "Does that mean you want to travel with me?" The lizardman nods his head gently, in response.

"You've proven to me that you are more than worthy of my trust. You've been a friend to both me, Towen, and all the others who were captured. I'd call you a friend of the beastfolk at the very least."

Gurak smiles, his face flushing a little, and he sighs and lays back. "Alright, fine, fine." He rumbles out and looks at the lizardman. "But, let's take it kinda slow. Towen seemed to be in a rush." He rumbles out.

Rulu grins and turns. Pulling the blanket away and exposing both himself, who was completely nude, and the orc who wasn't completely nude, but his garments were unclasped at least. The lizardman leaned down and engulfed the orc's cock between his lips. Given how cool his skin was, the orc didn't expect the inside of Rulu's maw to be as warm as it felt.

The heat surrounding him was certainly different from what he felt with Towen. He stroked his hand over the back of Rulu's neck, and moaned, unable to keep it held inside. He must've been stroking the orc for quite some time because he felt suddenly close. He grunts and pats the lizardman's neck. "I'm already kinda close." The lizardman smirks and nods, suckling louder, harder, tongue wrapping around his shaft and stroking him almost, while those lips tightened around him as well.

Gurak bit his lower lip and did his best to resist the urge to thrust upward into Rulu's maw, and he mostly succeeded. Before he couldn't resist any longer, and his body gave in. He arched his back and groans loudly, his cock twitching visibly, and erupting with orc cum across the lizardman's tongue. Rulu to his credit, didn't let any of it go to waste. His suckling and tongue moved rapidly to catch every drop of the orc's seed. Once he was satisfied the orc was a quivering mess from the orgasm and post-orgasm sensitivity. Rulu climbed up onto the bed and sat on the orc's thigh. Stroking himself. The orc was surprised to see that Rulu had a humanoid dick like himself, not a slit like he'd expected. But he wasn't going to say anything.

Rulu only stroked himself a few times before he shuddered and squeezed his thighs around Gurak's leg, as streaks of watery lizard cum shot from the tip of his dick. The soft-scaled skin around the lizard's dick slid back and forth as the head swelled up slightly and painted the orc's hairy stomach and chest with his cum. Gurak blushed and moved his hand to stroke the lizardman's thigh gently as he hadn't been given much chance to return the favor. He'd actually wanted to stroke Rulu and was a little disappointed, but there'd always be other opportunities in the future, right?

Rulu leaned over the orc and laid over him. Gurak hugged him gently and then leaned in, kissing Rulu's face. Stopping just shy of his lips. Rulu took the initiative however and leaned in, kissing the orc gently, not even sharing tongue, just enough to make sure the orc knew the feelings were returned.

Rulu lay there for a few moments, before he pulled away, the slick stickiness of their passion visible. "We should probably clean up properly." He rumbles and opens the door to the hallway, peaking out and making sure no one is looking, before he reaches across the hall, to tug on the shared bathing room for men. It was unlocked, so he motioned for Gurak to join him. The pair went in, and thanks to Rulu's skill with water magic, filled the tub, Gurak ignited the fire beneath the tub, to warm the water.

They sat and talked for some time. About his childhood, growing up as part of a traveling family. His vague memories of childhood and other lizardfolk, fire, and running. It was a heavy first conversation, but they'd just shared a bed and it was likely that Rulu considered Gurak practically family by this point.

After they'd bathed, they emptied the tub down the drain, it led down into the sewers, or so Rulu explained to Gurak. They didn't have plumbing to bring water inside, but they had drains to remove it at least.

They went back to their room, Rulu using his mastery of wind magic to dry them off much faster than if they'd waited. Gurak was impressed with Rulu's control of wind magic. He'd have to get the lizardman to show him some tips. The wind magic seemed to be the hardest for him to grasp. Which wasn't a problem really, but it could be really useful if he had a better mastery of it. It wasn't about stats or affinity, it was likely something in his head, something he was doing without realizing making it harder for himself.

Once the pair were dried, and dressed, they came downstairs to the inn. Getting breakfast. Meat and eggs, a hearty meal were shared between them.

After everything was cleared from their plates, Gurak looked to Rulu. "Are you...gonna stay in the city?" He asked, the lizard looked down at his plate, then gently shook his head.

"I thought about it. But, I'm not wholly capable of defending myself nearly as well as I thought. Not once, but twice now, I was almost kidnapped. If it weren't for you, who knows where I'd be." He looks up slightly, smiling as he watches the orc. "I was...kind of hoping I could travel with you. I'm not great in a fight, but, I'll get better, I'm sure. I'm good with wind and water magic especially. Though I think you have a much better grasp of magic than I do."

Gurak waves his hand dismissively. "Ahh, no, no, it's nothing like that. I just have a bit of a knack for it I guess." He shrugs. He didn't mention his arcane innovations and the trouble it potentially caused for his home village. He wasn't ready to admit the truth of what occurred, because of him.

Rulu nods in return and smiles at the orc. "Well, let's head to the smithing guild, and stock up, then we can head out."

Gurak gathered up his things from the inn, his backpack of nearly limitless storage a boon beyond words in situations like this. "Southward. I'm expected at the orc village there. Truthfully, I should have been there sooner, but I got wrapped up in things here." He chuckles softly. "Not a complaint, I promise. I enjoyed my time here with you and Towen. But I gotta get back to what I was doing." He watches as Rulu gathers his things together as well. "Are you sure you still want to come with me? Towen'll be worried sick."

Rulu nods as he packs up his things. "Towen and I talked about it while you were unconscious yesterday, actually. I told him I was going to ask you if I could travel with you. I wanted his blessing, he of course gave it." Rulu turns around and stands up, as rigidly as possible, and makes a dour expression when he speaks. "There's no one I'd feel safer knowing you traveled with, than Gurak. The guy cares about folks. He did save you twice, and hurt himself in the process, just because he thought you were in danger. I have faith he'd never let anything happen to you." Rulu's expression changes and he grins, his dark scales splitting to reveal a clear smile on his face. "We're all good to go." He hefts his pack onto his shoulder and nods to the orc.

Gurak went to the front counter, thanked the innkeeper for taking care of them, and slid a gold coin over as a final tip for all he'd done for them. They said their goodbyes and headed out the door. First Rulu led him to the smithing guild. Gurak and Rulu went inside. Rulu waited while Gurak chatted with the smiths inside. The process of joining was significantly easier, especially since he already had an Adventurer's guild plate.

He needed to submit one piece of crafted gear a year(Enchantment was not required, but encouraged), either to show progress in his craft or to prove he was still active. The piece was to be sold by the smithing guild, which would be used to cover the expenses of membership. He had a spare blade he kept in his pack, and he offered it as his first piece for the year. It wasn't great quality, but he was a novice, so to speak, so no one batted an eye when he offered it. If it had been too well made, perhaps folks might have questioned it.

There were no requirements to stay affiliated with the guild. One could quit at any time, but if one was looking for work, they could seek out the guild and get work sent their way, it was mutually beneficial in this way.

He wrote out notes as best he could on some paper he had bought the day before, so he wouldn't forget, or at least, hoped he wouldn't.

After that, the pair went around to the markets, buying up dried meats, fruits, and vegetables. Bread and cheese. Anything that'd last long and be tasty.

Gurak hadn't tested the limits of what his bag could do. So he had no idea if the bag could retain heat, or cold. If food spoiled in the space inside of it. He'd been busy with other matters that took precedence in his mind up to this point, but he'd be sure to test it out shortly.

The pair spent about an hour gathering up supplies for the trek southward. They even stopped by the guardhouse to say goodbye to Towen. Rulu and the lion hug and hold onto one another for a long time. Soon after, Towen shared a hug with Gurak as well, who was a little surprised at the affection, but hugged back tightly.

Gurak then spoke up. "Hey uh...has anyone come to claim that wagon and horse I used to bring everyone here?"

Towen shook his head slightly. "No one has, no. It's likely something they stole. Were you hoping to claim it as your own?"

Gurak nodded his head sheepishly. "Ahh, well I was going to ask. If I have no right to it, that's fine. But I think it'd make traveling a bit easier"

Towen nodded and offered a paper to Gurak. "I figured as much. I'd already put in a request when we arrived, I was just waiting for you to show up. There is a small matter of the fee for taking care of the animal the last couple of days, but, besides that, once you sign the form, it's legally yours. But if the original owners show up, you'll be required to give them compensation for it, or return it."

Gurak nods his head, signing his name and pricking his finger with the dagger at his hip, adding a thumbprint of his blood. Towen looked confused and tilted his head.

Gurak tilted his head in return. "D...do you not do that here? Orcs keep promises in blood...." He blushed and felt incredibly stupid. Towen laughed softly and shook his head.

"Of course, you guys would." The lion smiles though. "Well, it adds legitimacy to your signature, I'm sure it's fine." Towen waves his hand and smiles. "Well, horse and wagon are all yours. Two silver for the horse feed for the last few days." Gurak pulled out a gold coin and tossed it over. Towen's face lit up and he laughs. "I said two silver." Gurak nodded and grinned before he and Rulu started to load up the wagon with their bags and get the horse hitched up properly.

A few minutes later, Rulu and Gurak were heading out the gate and southward. The trip was uneventful. Creatures weren't too rampant around the area. The guards who were on patrol duty seemed to do a good job at keeping the monster population within manageable levels.

They stopped at the side of the road when it got dark, started a fire, and cooked a meal. After eating, Gurak went about testing his pack. He had some fresh meat, and some hot meat fresh from the fire. He carefully put them into his pack. Then picked up a stick. Put it into the fire. Let it catch fire and stash it. He waited, impatiently, for a few minutes, before he reached into the pack, and recalled the stick. It was burnt on the tip, but there was no fire, and nothing else he pulled out seemed damaged.

He'd check on the others later. The meat would still be hot for a while after being removed from the fire and the fresh meat wouldn't have time to spoil in just a few minutes. Rulu kept the foodstuffs with himself, for the time being, as Gurak wasn't entirely sure what his backpack was capable of.

So there was no oxygen in the pack, hiding inside of it was not a good plan should things go awry. Not ideal, but it was certainly an option he'd previously considered at first. But, now, knowing there was nothing to breathe, it wasn't viable anymore.

The pair shared a bedroll. Cuddled up close together. Rulu knew a spell that could act as a detection system, a barrier of wind, so to speak, that surrounded the area, and would alert him if anyone or anything entered it.

It gave the pair peace of mind and let them sleep peacefully through the night, at least, till the alarm woke Rulu, but it was just another merchant passing through the area, they were fairly close to the road's edge after all, so naturally it alerted him when the merchant passed through the field, albeit unbeknownst to the merchant herself.

The pair gathered up their things, and cleaned up their campsite, making sure to water the fire, stir it, and soak it a second time. Gurak remembered the PSAs from Smokey the Bear in the real world, no forest fires on his watch.

Once they packed up the wagon again, they were heading down the road. The alert happened a little while after sunrise, so the pair were a little behind others in terms of waking up at sun-up. Not that either one much cared to get up. The pair had also restrained their urges that night. There wasn't any real place to clean up after such an intimate encounter. Neither much wanted to smell of sweat and sex for the next day or so of travel.

Gurak took this opportunity to reach into his pack and pull out the 'freshly cooked meat' from the night before. When he found it and pulled it from the pack, it was still hot to the touch. The sizzle of the meat is still audible as if it'd just been taken from the fire seconds before. So time didn't pass inside the bag. Was that why the fire went out, not a lack of oxygen, but that time hadn't passed? If time had stopped, then the fire wouldn't keep burning. That made sense, somewhat.

In a week, he'd check the other piece of meat, hoping sincerely his hypothesis was accurate. He didn't want to pull out rotten meat. But if things in the pack were in stasis, so to speak, that could be a useful bit of information. Proving it wasn't a lack of oxygen, but that time didn't pass.

As the pair traveled, Rulu was happy to talk about his use of wind magic. How he applied it to things. He'd learned how to create a wind barrier by trying to create protection against pests, flies, and mosquitos in particular. He wanted a small wind current to blow them back when they approached him. But rather than dissuade them, it just let Rulu detect them. He later figured out how to create a constant breeze that kept them at bay, but the accidental creation of the detection barrier was incredible in and of itself.

Gurak and Rulu practiced magic as they traveled. Mostly the barrier spell, focusing on the wind magic. Gurak didn't get the hang of it naturally, not like any of the other elements in his repertoire. Rulu to his credit, never questioned Gurak about how he had fire, light, and wind magic, still unaware of the lightning and void magics within his repertoire. Rulu was curious, his face lit up when Gurak tried using wind magic. Gurak's innate ability with fire and light was obvious, so Rulu, probably guessed Gurak wasn't as attuned to wind as he was the others.

Rulu, naturally thought that Gurak's obvious inclination was fire/light, and the wind was just an added blessing, by the goddess of wind, because she saw Gurak's future and knew he'd save some beastfolk. Rulu decided then, seeing Gurak's attempts to learn, that he'd help the orc master wind magic. this was destiny at work, the will of the gods brought them together, and he was meant for this. Rulu believed it was an unshakeable truth.

It was another night spent in the wilds. Gurak hadn't managed to create a barrier larger than his hand by this point. It wasn't a mana problem, he had enough to power magic all day. It wasn't a range issue. Cause he threw fireballs upward and they traveled until they went out. Likely due to the lack of oxygen in the higher atmosphere. There was some...mental block, something in his head that prevented him from being able to fully access the wind magic he should be able to tap into.

He couldn't use his previous experience in the city as a template. He was acting on desperation then, and forced it, he didn't work with the magic, he commanded it, and that's why it had been volatile in its execution.

The pair shared a bedroll once more. The fire, empowered by Gurak's mana burned all night, even when the wood was long since gone. Keeping them warm, much like it had done the night before.

They'd taken care to be further back from the road this time, far enough that no one passing by would trigger Rulu's wind barrier. They slept in, which both very much enjoyed. There was even a little teasing between them when they woke up. They were still both men, after all. But they ignored their urges another evening. The orc village should be reached by midday given how much faster they'd managed to travel with wagon and horse, than if they'd been on foot alone.

They packed up once more. The wagon moved at a comfortable pace, the equine well cared for and fed, watered, all that the precious animal needed each day. Gurak didn't have much experience in horse care, neither in his previous life nor this one. Horses weren't a common animal in the village he was from. Animals of any type, save wolves, weren't kept. Wolves, and dogs, however, came to their camp and were welcomed, tamed, and cared for.

Thankfully, Rulu had grown up around horses, since he was part of a traveling caravan his whole life, so he'd learned much of what was needed. He knew when to let the horse rest and when to feed and water the animal. How to soothe and care for it in all the ways that mattered.

Several more hours of travel later, the pair finally saw the signs of civilization. Smoke plumes go up into the sky. Music, though it was music Gurak knew, was more somber, and soft, his head drooped. Either someone had passed, or something close to that. It was slightly different from the mourning songs of his home village, but it was a song of mourning undoubtedly.

Rulu must have noticed Gurak's shift in demeanor, he put his arm around the orc and hugged him to his side. Gurak leaned against him and smiled. "Sorry," Gurak spoke up finally. "That's mourning music you hear. Someone in the village passed, maybe several." He shrugs softly. "We learned that song early as children back home." The lizardman nodded gently and rubbed his hand over the orc's back.

"It's okay. I noticed your expression change when you heard the music. Let's just take it one step at a time, let's get to town and we'll sort it out as it comes." Rulu rumbled out as he stayed close to the orc.

Gurak smiles gently and nods. He sits up slightly and the pair approach the front gate. He pulls to a stop and waves to the orcs as they approach. A man and woman in leather armor and wielding spears. Up on the gate, several orcs stood, bows not drawn but at the ready. "Welcome to Rizdrad, orc clan of the earth. We're mourning the loss of the northern tribe." Gurak looked at the pair and nodded, he bowed his head.

"I'm from that tribe. Thank you for honoring our fallen." Gurak smiles softly.

The pair looked back and forth, going from pleasant, to morose. "O....oh...so...Are you Gurak?" The man asks, the woman keeping an eye on the road behind their cart.

Gurak nodded his head. "I am. Son of Naguk and Murbol, are they already here?" The man looks at the woman and motions for Gurak to come inside.

"Come on in. We received the letter from your chieftain. We'll stable your horse and wagon, but you should meet our elder as soon as possible." Gurak felt his heart sink. Were his parents hurt? Surely they had healers here in the village, right? Fear gripped his heart as he sought answers.

Gurak nodded and pulled his wagon inside. Hopping off the wagon and going with one of the younger warriors inside of the village. The orc, about the same age as Gurak himself, led the pair to the village elder's hut. The sickly sweet scent of incense burning around the hut was a sure sign of the mourning process, Gurak himself was familiar with.

Gurak was led inside, the elder, a woman, a greatsword as tall as she was leaned against her seat. She regarded him quietly at first. Gurak came to sit in front of her, knees bent and he bowed, showing his utmost respect. Rulu, unaccustomed to things, imitated Gurak, thinking it was the best choice at the time.

The woman watched him, setting her spear aside, and approached a few moments later. She took a single knee and wrapped her arms around Gurak. "May the gods forgive our enemies, for we know no such mercy." She whispered into his ear. Then leaned back. "Gurak, son of Naguk and Murbol." That was the only kindness she would show him.

Gurak looks up, nodding his head. "Please, my parents are they well? My chief told me they were headed here ahead of me."

The chief bowed her head and shook it slowly. "He lied." She states, cold and matter of fact. Turning and moving back to her seat. "He lied to you, to send you to safety. To get you away from the danger of the elves who sought you." The woman, had dark hair spilling over her shoulders as she sat forward. "They died in battle, honorable, heroically. They saved your chief with their sacrifice, but he was too weak to tell you. Too cowardly. He was a poor chief." She snorts and spits to the side.

Gurak's heart was pounding. His face was getting hot, his ears were thumping. It wasn't just the disrespect she had for his chieftain, but the pain of his family being dead, dead for days and he'd been lied to. This couldn't be true. His mother and father were alive, right? It was a terrible, terrible joke. They were here. "P...please elder. I want to see them."

She shook her head. "CHILD, I do not have the sympathy for you that your chieftain did. Your family is dead. They died in battle. Rejoice, for that is the most orcish way to die. I have no sadness to share with you. Feel the rage in your blood, in your heart, and channel it. After we mourn we will go on a hunt, feast as is our way, then we move on. That is our way, that is YOUR way. Gurak, son of Naguk and Murbol. Son of heroes. Heros of Drugkar, tribe of the north, tribe of the ice."

Gurak shut his eyes, tears escaping, and trailing down his face, getting lost in his beard. The elder sighed softly. "The chief sent letters ahead of you." She pulls out a paper, something rare in orcish society. Naturally, the paper was a human creation after all. So it was rarely used, and only in dire situations.

"I mourn for your tribe, for your family. But we can not avenge them. It is not our loss, it is yours. Carry this pain and let it guide you. Your pain is your own to deal with. I can not take it from you. You must strengthen your heart, your mind, and your body and decide what is next. Vengence, forgiveness, or death."

Gurak nodded softly. It wasn't uncommon for the children, orphaned by the loss of parents to take their own life when the grief was too much for them.

"We have a hut for you and your companion. We will send the hunters today, for the feast tonight. Use the next day to decide who you are, Gurak. Are you the son of heroes, or victims? Did you die with them?"

She waves her hand, and Gurak slowly stands, his face downcast, he goes through the motions. Followed by Rulu, the lizard's arm around him the whole time. The pair were led to a hut. It looked put together recently. The mud was still drying in places. He put down his things on the bed and sat with it. Rulu sat beside him. Never leaving the orcs side.

It was such a hard thing to grasp. His parents, he took his time and had been so leisurely, because he thought they were safe. But they had lost their lives days ago. His pace in arriving at the village didn't matter one way or the other, but guilt wormed its way into his heart. He felt worse than ever, knowing everyone had died because of him.

The lizardman sat with him. Saying nothing at all. Rulu knew the pain of losing family, though it was far removed from the lizard's memory, as it had been over a decade ago now. But he knew that the orc was hurting.

Gurak didn't say much as they ate that night. Rulu and Gurak stayed close the whole evening. Eating together. Bathing together after, and finally sharing the bed in the hut as well. Rulu didn't want to press any intimacy, and Gurak was too detached and distraught for it.

They slept hard, Gurak most of all. The grief he felt sank him deeper into sleep than he ever had nights prior. His dreams were filled with his parents, and his village, crying out for help, calling to him, asking why he wasn't there to save them. Why he abandoned them when they needed him most?

When morning came. Gurak sat up. Rulu was gone, likely going to get some leftovers from the feast to have for breakfast. Gurak waited, and the pair shared the meal when he returned. The orc is still lost in his thoughts and emotions. But he felt that he needed to get away from the village, he needed to let out his anger, and the village wasn't a safe place to do so.

Gurak took Rulu's hand and motioned for the lizardman to come with him. They left the village but said they'd return shortly. He needed to grieve in his way. The pair went a few miles outside of town. Before stopping. Gurak sat and looked at his feet for some time before he felt the pain well up. His anger, his sadness, everything. Gurak's hand sought out Rulu's own and held it as the pain welled up, and he let it out finally. Tears, screaming, his free hand punching the stone they sat on several times, till his knuckles bled.

Then, his feelings synced up with his magic, and it swelled around him. This was why he'd gone so far outside of town. He wasn't sure how it'd react with his feelings right now and he didn't want to endanger anyone else. Rulu was safe at his side, he'd never, even in his grief allow harm to come to the lizardman who never left his side on the last day.

He finally let it all out, and the magic manifested it as he did so. Magic wasn't tied to emotions generally, however, incredibly strong emotions could cause it to react unpredictably. It wasn't a common occurrence. But, Gurak knew it was possible for anyone, especially himself, given his immense magical power. Such was the burden he'd picked when he was reincarnated.

The spells didn't do anything in particular. Trees were rustled aggressively, the grass wavered, the sky darkened slightly as clouds coalesced, and energy came off of Gurak in waves, in various colors, 5 in total, of course, but Rulu had his eyes either covered or shut most of the time, due to the energies surrounding them. The lizardman wrapped his tail around the orc's waist as Gurak let his grief pass through him, after several moments, the wind died down, the waves of energy softened until they were completely gone, and the tears finally flowed from Gurak's eyes. Letting himself finally break down over his loss, in as private a setting as he could manage.

Rulu held him, both his hand and around the waist through it all. Once Gurak had calmed and his pain had subsided, at least, as much as it was going to, so soon after hearing the news. He looked into Rulu's eyes and kissed the lizardman. Hard, fierce, almost angry. Rulu responded gently. Kindly, giving affection back.

After several moments of intense kissing. The orc pulled back, but only enough to smile at the lizardman and then hug him, holding him tightly. "I...I'm sorry you had to see that Rulu. I didn't want to leave you behind, I didn't want you to be in danger, and I was sure I'd never hurt you, even in my grief. Thank you for, staying by my side."

The lizardman smiles and shakes his head. "I was much the same as a child. Towen didn't know what to do with me when I was crying and lashing out angrily. Every night I'd cry and beg for my parents to come back. But no one could bring them back to me. Towen didn't know what to do on nights like that. Eventually, he just held my hand and let me do whatever I needed to do. So you have him to thank. I'm just doing the same."

Gurak nods his head, resting his forehead on the lizardman's leather-covered shoulder. "I'm...not from here."

Rulu nods. "Yeah, I know. You're from the northern tribe." The lizardman replies, completely oblivious to the statement from the orc, and the truth behind it.

Gurak shakes his head. "I'm not from -here-" He gestures to the area around them. "I...was human, I died, reincarnated. I'm from a place called Earth. I was forty years old, I worked in a library, I was a sad, lonely, nothing of a man. I've never felt happiness like I have since I was reincarnated here. I've never had friends...never known real family. Not people that cared about me, at least. We shared blood, but there was no love between any of us. This...HERE is the first place I've ever known love, of family, of friends, of lovers."

The lizardman cants his head, a faint glow, blue in color, overcomes him and he nods, listening. "I died, and the only people to mourn me were strangers. People I never met until that day. Now, I'm an orc." He gestures to his arm, green in color. "With magic, and a complex destiny, with a burden so heavy it feels like it's going to crush me if I make the slightest mistake. My whole village, my family, are all dead because of me." Gurak growled out, fighting back tears that wanted to escape.

Rulu shakes his head. "You can't know that for sure." The lizardman replied, trying to derail his self-destructive mindset, it was unproductive at best and self-destructive, cruel even, at the very least. Rulu knew this all too well.

"I do though. I single-handedly changed orc magic. Improved our spells by teaching the others to focus on what they were casting. Instead of a ball, tightening it up. Make it narrow, like an arrow to pierce. Use the light to weave skin back together like you would war braids. I advanced orc magical knowledge and skill by decades, maybe centuries, in the span of a few years. Word spread, that orc's magic was improving at a rapid pace, something happened, and our village was at the center of it. I didn't think anything of it, at the time. I just wanted to make our lives easier."

He watches the lizardman who keeps silent. "I just wanted to be the hero they all imagined me to be. I'd been told, since I was a kid, I was destined for greatness. I was going to make orcs' lives better. I was going to change the whole fucking world!" He shouts. Rulu winced slightly but didn't let go of Gurak's hand.

"You have," Rulu says simply. The orc looked confused. "Your family's life was better. Your village. Orcs everywhere benefited from your knowledge. Your growth. You've done what you were meant to do, right?" Rulu said softly.

Gurak....stopped and looked at the lizardman. "What?"

Rulu continued. "You made healing magic better. You made combat magic better. You helped not just your village, but all villages, because word spread. Orcs everywhere are doing better. Because of you. You did that."

Gurak looked like he was about to argue, and Rulu's hand came up, covering his mouth. "I heard. Elves, humans, and who knows what else attacked your village. You did not do that." He states simply. "You made the lives of orcs better. Other people. Not orcs. Got jealous, got angry, let hate fill their hearts." The lizard continued.

"They acted in anger. They attacked with hate." Rulu's hand moves from the orc's mouth to his cheek, cupping it. His scaled fingers cooler than the orc's skin, felt the heat radiating off the orc's face and facial hair crunching ever so faintly at the touch. "You acted with love. For your family, for your people. Despite the life you lived before, in that other place. You came here and you acted. With love." The lizard smiles gently.

"You loved, they hated." He states and watches the orc's face soften as he speaks. "You've never acted in any way, other than love for others. Even when you attacked the bandits, you didn't act in hatred for them. You acted with love for strangers. Me, and everyone else. You loved total strangers, and put yourself in danger, for us."

"I don't know what prophecy, or great destiny you had ahead of you, but it sounds like you did that. You made the world a better place for orcs as a whole." Rulu's eyes were focused on the orc's own as the orc processed what he heard.

Rulu put his arms around Gurak and hugged him firmly, tightly. Keeping a tight grip on the orc as he shuddered softly, and cried once more. The orc had never known such kindness as he had in this world, and it was honestly baffling to the poor green-skinned man.

But there was one thing he was sure of, this is where he wanted to be. This was the only place he'd ever felt like was home. Not even half the life lived in another world, but it was unimaginably better than anything he'd known on Earth.

The pair sat for a few minutes longer. Rulu holding the orc as he let out the last of his tears. They finally stood up and walked back to the village. It was just coming to dusk as they returned. The pair went back to the hut they were given for the evening. Sharing a bed and holding one another, sharing in their affection for one another, and the difficult bond of having understood the pain of losing parents far sooner than they were ready for.

Gurak awoke to the feeling of something touching him again. A hand, moving slowly. He didn't even have to open his eyes to know both who and what they were doing. Rulu had made almost a ritual of this. Teasing the orc in the mornings, though it was still dark out. Gurak grunts softly, his hand moving slowly to cup the lizardman's rump and squeeze it.

Rulu let out a soft hiss and moan. Pressing his face against the orc's neck and moaning quietly. His hand squeezes up along the orc's length slowly. Gurak turned his head kissed Rulu's forehead and smiled at him. The room was dark and little was perceptible. Gurak rumbles quietly and huffs. "You really wanna do this?" The orc asks softly. The lizardman's head nodded in affirmation. He didn't see it, of course. But he felt the positive reply against his chest as the lizard moved.

"Yeah. I've uh...I mean I've sucked on guys and jerked them off but...I've never managed further than that." Rulu rumbles out quietly.

Gurak nods and chuckles. "Well, I have a little experience." Gurak sits up slowly and rubs Rulu's side. He disrobes completely, and Rulu did also. Gurak couldn't see much of anything, the dark scales in the dark hut made him practically invisible to his vision. But he felt Rulu press in close.

Gurak leads Rulu to lay on the bed, flat on his back, his legs hanging off the side of the elevated bedding. Gurak scoots off the bed and lifts Rulu's legs a bit, exposing his rump. His tongue sought out Rulu's untouched backside. The slick warm muscle finds the virgin ring and teases it. The lizard's scent was warm and had almost a sense of ocean to it. His taste was fairly similar as well.

Gurak kept this up for a little while. Working his tongue against the snug pucker. His other hand stroked himself gently, not to keep himself worked up. Rulu is more than enough to keep the orc excited. Gurak kept up his tongue work for a few moments. He leans back and replaces his tongue with a finger. Completely covered and slick with orc precum by this point.

Gurak slowly works his digit into the lizardman's rump. Feeling the untrained muscles clamping down around him. Rulu moans, as little by little his finger worked inside of him. His finger wasn't thick, and when he curled it just right, the lizardman let out a sharper gasp as he moved his finger. Gurak was fairly sure it was the lizardman's prostate, his tail swishing excitedly. Gurak wasn't sure Rulu would enjoy the feeling, but from the lizardman's reactions so far, he was enjoying everything.

Gurak moves his finger slowly, back and forth, grinding against the hidden pleasure spot inside of the lizardman while his orc dick drooled eagerly onto the ground under his feet. Gurak withdrew his finger, but only so he could stroke himself a little, get more pre on his fingers, and work the digit back inside of Rulu. He pulled it back though and added a second, the pair sinking in and spreading the lizardman's hole a bit wider now.

Rulu was squirming on the bed, moaning and a complete mess of pleasure shooting through his mind and body. The second digit stung slightly as the muscles there were not acclimated to the feeling, but once Gurak got deep enough to hit that spot inside of him that made his dick twitch, it didn't matter much anymore. Gurak's fingers moved faster this time though. With the lizardman adjusted a little and the slickness of all the orc pre, Gurak felt Rulu was getting used to it. He didn't have proper lubricant, but, with as much as the orc leaked naturally, he didn't think he needed it at this point.

Gurak kept up this pace of working his fingers in and out. Pulling them free to slather them in pre again and pushing the digits back into Rulu. Each time the lizardman groans and squirms more. Eventually, the lizardman started squeezing his fingers with his anal muscles, making the orc smirk in the darkness. He pushes his fingers to the knuckle and holds them there, rubbing them back and forth against the prostate, making Rulu squirm and groan, grinding his ass back against those fingers.

Gurak works his fingers a few more times slowly. Before he leans in and kisses the lizard's thigh. Then moves upward and kisses up along his dick. The lizardman's dick felt warm, despite his usually cool nature. Getting aroused warmed up the lizard quite a bit. The orc keeps his fingers firmly sunk inside, while he kisses up the length, till finally, he feels the tip against his lips. The slick precum brushed his lips and got caught in his beard. The scent was stronger, a little saltier than the lizard's musk before.

Gurak parted his lips. He'd wanted to try this before, but Rulu had hit his peak too soon. Now though he was in complete control and he was gonna savor it. His lips part slowly his tongue circles the tip while his hand grips the shaft. He slowly takes the lizard dick between his lips and gets about halfway before his gag reflex kicks in and he pulls away, coughing and sputtering.

Rulu sat up slowly. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, concerned.

Gurak laughs and replies. "Y-yeah. I just...I've never done this, you made it look so easy!" He chuckles and moves his hand up to Rulu's chest, rubbing it reassuringly and pushing him to lie back down. His fingers, on his other hand still knuckle deep inside of the lizard man. Gurak goes back to trying to bob his head over the lizard's shaft. He only could get about half before his body started to resist and struggle. So that's what he worked with. He took half the length between his lips, tilting his head slightly so his tusks would brush one side or the other of his turgid tool.

Rulu squirmed several times as the orc worked about pleasuring him. That tongue, though inexperienced seemed eager to explore, especially under his foreskin. Swirling around the head and then bobbing downward again. Rulu started to move more. His hips lifting, his tail swishing around more as well.

Gurak didn't slow down though, and finally, Rulu spoke up. "S....slow down, I'm getting close." He groans out. Gurak heard him, but rather than slow he sped up. The lizard groans and shudders, it's only moments more of this before his body tenses and spurts of water lizard seed hit the back of the orc's throat. He pulled away, coughing again, the taste wasn't the issue, as much as the force of the cum shooting from his dick had been.

Rulu lay there, panting, the last vestiges of his orgasm oozing onto his stomach scales after Gurak pulled away. Gurak slowly stood up, licking his lips and swallowing as much as he could. His fingers slowly pull away as he leans over the lizardman. "Do you wanna keep going?"

Rulu rumbled out and nodded, then realized, the orc couldn't see him and instead spoke. "Y-yeah. I know I just came, but, my body still feels on fire from it all." He rumbles out, legs moving to wrap around Gurak's thighs and pull him in.

Gurak blushes and leans over, pressing in close and he starts kissing Rulu gently. His hands, one holding his weight up, his other reaching down to guide his length. He finds the lizardman's slick pucker and nudges it a few times before he gives a firm push forward. It was good that he was kissing Rulu, since, as his dick slowly spread him open and sunk into him. Rulu moaned loudly. His arms squeezed around Gurak, his legs tightening around his waist as the orc dick spread him wider than the fingers had.

Gurak slowly rocked his hips, barely sinking into him, once he got his tip to push inside. He pulled back from the kiss and smiled at the lizard, he couldn't see it, but Rulu somehow felt it was there. Rulu then softly spoke up. "P...please continue, take me as your female."

Gurak grunts softly, he leans down, pressing his cheek against Rulu's own, he shakes his head softly. His beard scratched against the scales lightly when he did. "I won't" He whispers. "You are not my female, you are my lizard." He whispers. He slowly rocks his hips, pushing his length deeper. Opening up the lizardman's depths to the thick orc meat. "I will take you as my lizard, my lover, my partner. But never as my female." He grins and rocks his hips slowly.

Rulu arched his back and moaned louder, then clamps his mouth shut, pressing his snout against the orc's neck, moaning through closed lips as Gurak started to rock his hips, pumping inch after inch of orc dick into him. The thick orcish shaft grinding against Rulu's prostate with each movement. Gurak moved his hand up to start stroking the lizardman gently. but Rulu gripped his wrist and hissed softly.

"S...stop....It...it's not that it doesn't feel good." He whispers. "But wh..whatever you're hitting inside of me, is sending like...fire through my whole body and it then centers on my....my dick." He chuckles nervously. "I'm afraid I'll finish again quickly if you were to stroke me too." He rumbles out quietly. "J-just focus on thrusting....I didn't have much time to cool down, so I'm still pretty close."

Gurak wondered if, perhaps the lizardman's orgasms were significantly different from his own. When they achieved release, perhaps they stayed close to the edge, instead of himself, which was like resetting the build-up entirely.

Gurak slowly worked his hips, making sure to drag out the pleasure as long as he could. Rulu was enjoying it. He was squirming, pushing back, gripping the orcs body and, he'd feel that dick twitch against his stomach every so often.

Gurak felt his release approaching though. He grins. "If you don't cum before me, I'm gonna stroke it outta ya." He warns the handsome lizardman. Rulu could only groan.

Gurak then sat up slowly. Hands-on the lizardman's shoulders, and he started jackhammering Rulu's rump now. The lizardman's attempts to remain silent bore no fruit. His moans were loud, and long, any huts around them, that had inhabitants who were awake, definitely knew what was going on now. Rulu did his best, to his credit. To keep it quiet. Even squeezing his snout shut, but it didn't matter, about a minute of these harder thrusts and Rulu shuddered, his ass clamped down around the orc and cum spurted from his dick once more, streaking across his chest, hidden in the darkness.

Gurak felt it though and he leans over once more. Hilting nice and slow, then giving short, but hard rabbit thrusts into Rulu. It was only a few seconds of this before he tenses up too, and his cock throbs hard within, shooting his orc seed deep into the lizardman's body, flooding him with warmth, unlike anything Rulu had ever known before.

Gurak held still for several moments, his heart pounding in his head, sweat beading off of him and onto the poor cum covered and filled lizard. He leans over, kissing along Rulu's neck, tasting the lizardman's cum in places, he must've shot hard to get that far up.

Gurak snickers though and rests there. "Let's...get a bit more comfortable." Rulu didn't say much, two orgasms had drained his energy, and they carefully moved up the bed. Gurak slipped out while they were moving, but Rulu protested. Wanting the orc back inside.

Gurak pressed in close, sunk to the hilt once more, making them both moan softly, and they carefully slept like this. Orc atop the lizardman, balls deep within him, for as long as he stayed firm enough to do so.

The pair awoke the next morning, and Gurak needed direction. He had no goal anymore, his home was gone, his family was gone, and only Rulu was at his side, he didn't know where to go from here. Gurak asked around the village about other places nearby. There was a dwarven port city further south. A beastfolk caravan was in the area, likely Rulu's caravan, as they'd only been apart for a month or so, by the orc's estimation. There was a beastfolk living in a tower to the east, seemingly in isolation, and to the west was the center of the continent, where more human-like civilizations were located. Orcs tended to live on the outer edges of those places, not feeling at home in big stone cities.

Rulu and Gurak spent the day gathering supplies for the journey. First, Gurak wanted to check out the tower with the lone beastfolk, and then they'd head for the dwarven city to the south. Humans were too unpredictable. Dwarves, while gruff, were rarely hostile, and it'd be a great opportunity to get some good metal for crafting gear, either for himself, or Rulu.