The young urRu nods in gratitude to the Sifan. “Thank you for bringing me.” He says to the gelfling nearest to him. “We will see you in a ninth.” Says the Sifan gelling. “Safe travels.” urSen musses the gelling’s copper hair and wanders out of the surf. The white sand of the island’s shore is warm under his bare feet. The gelfling wave at him, but he does not look back.
Once he has reached the jungle, he sits down against a tree and produced his journal from his bag. Therein he chronicles his travels with the Sifan. What fish he saw and how the weather paterns behaved. Calmly he wiles away writing, so he can tell urSa every details when he returns to the valley.
One of the urRu’s drooping ears perks up. Rusting of leaves and snapping of twigs have caught his attention. He looks up, expecting to catch an animal or podling trying to get to his bag. But his bag remains undisturbed.
Instead the growth around him makes way for something urSem did not expect to see in a great many Thrine. It is a Skeksis, urSem recognises that much. He’s met SkekGra before.
“Can I help you?” The Young urRu asks gently. There is a low growl from the Skeksis. UrSem comes to his feet. He finds he stands almost at an height with this Skeksis. This Skeksis, who is wearing a beasts’ skull for a mask. This Skeksis who is salivating and rumbling like a wild animal. This Skeksis, who urSem even knows to be unmistakably SkekMal. He has been told about The Hunter.
“You are urRu.” SkekMal growls. UrSem nods. “I am... But I am rather an urling than urRu...” He replies. “What are you doing here?!?” SkekMal snarls. “I am exploring.” The urling replies. “On my turf!” SkekMal yells. Spittle flies from his fearsome maw. UrSem cowers before him. “You will need to pay for that.” SkekMal comes closer. UrSem tries to back up, but his back hits a tree.
SkekMal has the distance between the urRu and himself. UrSem feels his eye start to water with how rancid SkekMal’s breath is. It is like the breath of a wild beast which feeds on carrion. “What is this?” SkekMal yanks the journal from urSem’s hands. “My journal... I write about my journey’s in it, so urSa can read of it.” urSem does his best to avoid SkekMal’s eyes. He does not want to provoke the Skeksis into anger. Or at least more anger than The Hunter is already prone to.
SkekMal tosses the journal onto the ground. He has no use for it. UrSem wonders if The Hunter is even lettered. He might have been once, but that has been a couple hundred thrine ago. He probably has forgotten his letters.
SkekMal bends over to inhale urSem’s scent. UrSem trembles under the sharp inhales of the Skeksis. “What do I smell on you?” SkekMal growls. “The seawind. I sailed here...” UrSem tries in a soft, meek voice. He prays to Thra that SkekMal will not see him as a prey to hunt.
“No, I smell fear.” SkekMal all but purrs. It seems the Skeksis is pleased with the fact that the urRu fears him. UrSem cowers a bit more, feeling the bark of the tree through his poncho. “You are an odd urRu.” SkekMal say in a low tone. “The urRu don’t cower for me.” He mumbles, more to himself. “You barely look like one.” The Skeksis grabs the urling by the waist and tosses him on the forest floor. UrSem gasps as the wind is knocked out of him.
“There is another scent.” SkekMal murrs. He bends down to nose at urSem’s poncho, inhaling deeply. UrSem flusters. There is something primal and not altogether unpleasant about the way SkekMal inspects him. The Skeksis’ muzzle trails upwards, to the nape of urSem’s neck. The urRu shudders at the sensation. It is so sensuous, so unsuitable for the hunter.
And then urSem realises something. It has been a few unum since he had lastly gone through his cycle. And he begs to Thra that SkekMal is not picking up on it. That would be a disaster and a half.
But SkekMal’s muzzle trails down. The Skeksis keeps the urRu pinned to the ground. And urSem does not dare squirm. “Hrrrrm, yes, I smell it here.” SkekMal’s muzzle prods at the urRu’s trousers. UrSem whines. The nudging stimulates his sensitive privates. Which grow rapidly more sensitive the longer urSem breathes in SkekMal’s pheromones.
“P-please...” urSem whimpers. He is not sure what he is pleading for, for SkekMal to stop, or for the Skeksis to give him more. SkekMal does not seem to hear him either way. The Hunter inhales and seems to purr. “Oh, is it that time of thrine?” The brute of a Skeksis all but growls.
SkekMal yanks urSem’s breeches down. UrSem flushes, his jaws and cheek feeling red hot. SkekMal grins down on him, salvia dribbling down from between his teeth. For a split second urSem fears The Hunter will disembowel him. A fear that passes when SkekMal kneels by him and presses his muzzle close to the urRu’s entrance. UrSem’s muscles tense up.
The urRu begins to tremble as he feels SkekMal’s tongue at his opening. The Skeksis is tasting him, trying to gauge if he is in the height of his cycle. The realisation washes over him like a wave of sun heated seawater. And this realisation is paired with a gush and wet readiness from urSem’s entrance. SkekMal laps up the slick and purrs, a rumble deep within his throat.
UrSem yelps when the Skeksis handily flips him around. “Give me your heat.” SkekMal growls. “Hnnn, yes.” UrSem whimpers. He can’t deny The Hunter. Not from fear and not from desire. Because he does desire what SkekMal surely is going to do to him. UrSem might be rather young, but he is no fool. He has seen what the urRu do in the cove of new life. He had been there himself too. This is not his first cycle.
SkekMal’s lifts urSem’s tail over one shoulder, his smaller arms locking the urRu’s tail in place. UrSem’s opening slickens again and he feels his inner walls throb. “So ready, so quickly.” SkekMal growls. There is a joyful malicious in his voice, but it escapes urSem’s notice. The urling is not even worried about the swift arrival of the peak of his heat. Which is brought on by The Hunters’ pheromones.
SkekMal’s middle appendage prods against urSem’s opening. UrSem swears under his breath. “What was that squirt?” The Hunter growls. “N-ah ... nothing.” UrSem mutters. “That’s right.” SkekMal shoves his hips into urSem’s own. His appendages breaches urSem’s entrance. The urRu moans loudly upon impact.
“Not enough.” SkekMal groans. UrSem cannot help but be a bit insulted. As if he cannot handle more, bah!
“D-do it.” UrSem murmurs. “Good lad.” The Skeksis atop him growls. The second of The Hunter’s appendages is pressed against the urRu’s opening. UrSem shuthers and meets it with another gush of slick. SkekMal presses his second appendage in. UrSem writhes underneath him. “Oh yes.” He whispers. The Hunter only growls in response.
“Not enough.” He growls. It is as if he is even more dissatisfied now. His third appendage has to go in too. UrSem lowers his chest against the jungle floor, sticking his rump out more. The Skeksis brings his third member to the urRu’s entrance. UrSem braces himself. SkekMal bears down on him, pressing in. “By Thra, yes.” UrSem can’t help himself.
His own appendages are pressed against the jungle floor, squished between the warm earth and the urRu’s belly.
SkekMal bites at urSem’s neck as he mounts the urling. He bites hard enough to draw blood and digs his claws into the skin of UrSem’s hips. UrSem whines and whimpers in pleasure. SkekMal is working away on him like a wild beast. No urRu could ever live up to this.
Too soon urSem reaches his peak. He spends himself on the jungle ground and his inner walls cling to SkekMal’s lengths. SkekMal grunts wickedly. He too is teetering on the edge. “Do it.” The urling whispers again. That is enough to send the Skeksis plummeting. He bites urSem a little harder and spends his seed deep inside the urRu’s womb.
The Skeksis gets up and looks down upon the urling. “Now you smell like you are mine.” He growls. And he walks off without a second look back. UrSem groans. He is pretty sure the urRu are not going to let him forget this!
