The Journal of Khazak, Chapter 6 (Patreon)

Lunaday,  Virgus 5th, 4623

The past two days have been long, stressful, and exhausting. Ever since getting back to camp after the incredibly ill-advised attack on the Ragebloods, I have been on edge. It’s like I spend almost every moment constantly searching for a sign that a retaliatory attack may be on the way. Nothing has happened yet, but I have gotten very little sleep.

As I am sure it is only a matter of time before our enemies come calling, I think we may need to move the camp soon. It is much earlier in the season than we normally would, but I had already been considering it after the first attack all those weeks ago. If they already know our exact location, the longer we stay here, the more danger me and my fellow Proudhunters will be in. I have dispatched a number of men to scout for new areas to settle in, and I should hopefully hear back something by tomorrow.

Yesterday was particularly difficult. After spending the first few hours of the morning trying to rest but finding myself unable to, I got up. I left Vakesh in bed while I started the difficult task of speaking to the families of the Rageblood’s victims. Three Proudhunters died that night, Urmak, Timran, and Riktal, and all three of their families were understandably devastated when they learned the news. This was not helped by the fact that all three of their bodies are unrecoverable in our enemy’s territory. But it was the reaction of Riktal’s family that gave me the most concern.

Riktal has a very small family, consisting solely of Bura, his mother, and Mona, his... Well, she was his betrothed. They were not just sad, they were furious - with me. They blamed me for Riktal’s death, and would not hear otherwise. They could not believe that I was, as they put it, “playing house” with one of our mortal enemies - the same people who murdered Riktal. They wouldn’t listen to a word of his ill advised plan, or that he enacted it while drunk.

I was not surprised by the anger. Bura lost her husband when Riktal was still a small child, and after that her son became her entire world. But to hear them place the blame for his death at my feet was difficult.

Late last night, after a day filled with tears, anger, and worry, much of the tribe had gathered around the bonfire to reminisce over our fallen brethren. A memorial service was held this morning - last night was just an impromptu gathering to celebrate old friends. Or at least that’s how it started.

Bura and Mona were both in attendance, and it was not long before they began to vocally share their displeasure at the loss of Riktal, and more specifically, my handling of it. They accused me of leading the man down the path that led to his death, and even said that I was too cowardly to retrieve his body for a proper burial. With the ale already flowing, I could feel blood begin to boil with anger. Even though I could hear a number of my tribemates around me defending me, it was Vakesh who came to my rescue, leading me away before I could say or do something I would regret.

After sitting me down and getting me some water so I could start sobering up, he talked to me about Riktal. He told me that he understood Ritkal’s family’s anger, but that nothing good would come from me drunkenly and angrily confronting them. He also helped me realize that I still have not taken a chance to mourn the man myself. Even despite our differences, despite how he went against me, he was still my friend. My best friend. And now he is gone, forever. But when exactly am I supposed to grieve for him? When will I have the time?

Vakesh has truly been a bright spot in all of this. Even though I am still angry with him for going along with Riktal’s plan - and will be punishing him for it later - I have never been happier to have him with me. I have kept him by my side almost constantly the past two days, both to keep my eye on him and as a show of force to the rest of the tribe, practically daring them to challenge his place with me.

Though sometimes I can sense he is uncomfortable with the attention. So rather than force him to stay with me and endure, I have let him escape for a bit, usually to the healer's tent with my mother. He says she and the other healers are much nicer than the rest of the tribe.

For all the bad that has happened, I cannot help but be thankful for the good. I... I love Vakesh. It feels good to finally admit that, even if I have yet to say it out loud. The man just makes me happy. Makes me want to be a better leader, to do more for my tribe. I don’t care if the others can’t understand it, I want to be with him.

Even though I may be too cowardly to say it to him yet, I was determined to show him. Which is why earlier today, I picked him up from the healers tent and took him into the forest, for a picnic. Or at least as much of one as I was able to put together, mostly jerky and some leftover stew, along with some bread and ale.

I took him into the forest and found a nice clearing where we could both settle on the soft grass. He loved the idea in theory, but in practice, well... He could tell that my mind was occupied elsewhere. And so, before we had even begun to eat, he took it upon himself to distract me.

I was lost in thought, trying to remember if I had given instructions to sharpen the camp’s weapons that morning or not, when Vakesh took me by the shoulder and pulled us together, kissing me.  It caught me off guard at first, but I quickly recovered and returned it, the two of us rolling on the ground until I was laying atop him.

I do not know what came over me, but it was like a dam of need burst open. My kisses quickly became hungrier, my hands roaming all over his body and even taking a hold of his hair. Vakesh moaned into my mouth, relaxing and allowing me to manipulate his body how I wished.

I ground my body into his, our erections sliding against each other through our leathers as I pressed him into the forest floor. My mouth started to roam, nipping at his ears and biting into his neck, worrying the flesh between my teeth. I growled into the meat of his shoulder, savoring the taste of the sweat on his skin while he whimpered below me.

Frustrated by the access to his skin being cut off by his shirt, I lifted myself off of him, my hands immediately moving to rip off my own clothes. When he took note of what I was doing, Vakesh did the same. Tossing my pants to the side, I look down at Vakesh, naked on the grass, his legs spread and his skin flushed dark.

I dropped down, our mouths crashing together like two bucks fighting over a doe. I bit my way down his body again, this time able to move onto his chest, where I sank my teeth into his pec, swiping my tongue across his nipple. Then I moved down further, nipping at his stomach a few times before his cock came into view. I pointedly ignored it, sliding down further to bite into his thighs as it twitched above me. It was only when I heard a strangled “please” that I finally gave Vakesh what he wanted.

Holding his prick steady in one hand, I lowered my mouth over the hood. Vakesh moaned just as the salty taste hit my tongue, and I swirled it around the head a few times, making him shiver. I used my other hand to tug on his full sack, before sinking my mouth down to take him even deeper.

Though I may not partake in that particular activity very often, I still know what I’m doing. I managed to take about half of his cock into my mouth without issue, stopping just above my hand still gripping it. I bobbed my head up and down at a steady pace, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft. It was not long before Vakesh was writing underneath me, particularly when I would continue to tease his head.

When he started thrusting upwards, I knew I had done my job working him up. I pulled off of him with a cocky grin, enjoying his breathless facial expressions. He quickly gathered his composure though, fixing me with a determined look before making to get up himself while pushing me to roll onto my back beside him.

He quickly slotted himself between my legs, wasting no time in taking me in hand. He stroked my shaft slowly as we locked eyes. Then he placed my head against his lips, and while still watching me, he swallowed me down in one smooth stroke. My eyes went wide as I felt the heat of his mouth enveloping me so rapidly, my hands scrambling for purchase in the grass.

For all my boasting, he was so much better than I was, taking the full length of my shaft past his lips and into his throat without so much as a gag. He looked up at me with a glint in his eye, never faltering as he moved steadily up and down my prick. Knowing when I had been beat, I let my head fall back onto the ground and just enjoyed the sensations.

They stopped sooner than I’d like, but then I felt the wet, open mouthed kisses Vakesh plants on me as he climbed up my body, his tusks gently scraping against my stomach and chest. I wrapped my arms around his back when we were once again face to face, tasting myself on his tongue when we locked lips again. I’ve never kissed anyone as much as I have him.

He was the one to break our kiss first, lifting off of me and straddling my lap. He locked eyes with me before spitting into his hand and reaching behind himself. I could tell by his slightly pained expressions that he was stretching himself out on his fingers. Then he spit into his hand once more, this time using it to slick me up. After that he lifted up, took aim, and sat down on my cock.

I felt the urge to hold my breath as I pierced through the tight ring of his ass. Vakesh’s spit helped some, but it was still very dry going in. The man was biting his lip, his eyes screwed shut in concentration and probably discomfort as he sank down, only relaxing when he reached the bottom and was about to rest his full weight on me.

I ran my hands up and down his thighs, allowing him time to adjust and move at his own pace. After taking a breath, he opened his eyes and placed his hands on my chest, smiling down at me before rolling his hips experimentally. I could feel the way my cock was sliding in his hole, and had to fight the urge to thrust upwards.

Hands still on my chest, Vakesh began to lift himself up a few inches before allowing himself to fall back down. Each time he did, I could feel my cock slipping from his hole, only to be re-engulfed by that warm, tight heat a moment later. Once he had set a pace, I did my best to meet his thrusts with my own, and he gradually began to move faster, and faster, until he was practically bouncing on my lap.

Vakeh’s prick was hard and heavy, slapping against my stomach each time he bottomed out, the wet head leaving a sticky puddle on my belly. I took it in my hand, pulling back his foreskin and running my thumb over the head, making him shudder. He continued to ride me, now fucking himself up into my hand each time he fucked himself down onto my prick.

Soon, both of our breathing became labored, and Vakesh’s thrusts started to get sloppier, seemingly more focused on his cock than his rear. When I noticed his testicles starting to draw up, I knew he was close, and so I redoubled my efforts, stroking him quickly. With my free hand, I took him by the hip and forced him all the way down on me, holding him in place while I finished him off.

He came with a groan and an explosion, each shot of cum painting my chest in streaks of white. He continued his attempts to thrust upward, still bouncing on my prick, which was no doubt rubbing him in all of the right places. When he was finished, he collapsed forward in a heap against my chest, his head coming to rest right at my shoulder.

However, I was still not finished. Using both hands to hold him in place, I started to thrust upwards at a rapid pace. I would love to tell you that what followed was a long, drawn out masterclass in fuckin, but the truth is, I barely lasted another three minutes. The tightness of his ass, the scent of his musk, the heat to his breath on my neck - all of it was more than enough to send me tumbling over the edge. I am not even sure what sorts of noises I made, burying my face in his hair as I filled him with my seed.

I felt myself slip from his hole as I rolled us onto our sides, catching our breath on the forest floor. I pulled Vakesh close, running my hand down his sweaty back and smiling as he nuzzled into my chest. Right about then our stomachs started to growl, and with a chuckle, we broke apart and finally started digging into the food I had packed.

It was then that I shared with Vakesh my plan for our future: I wanted to release him from my service and formally induct him as a member of the Proudhunter tribe. I thought that would be a way to both show the others how I felt about him, and hopefully help them to more easily accept his presence.

“No,” was his response.

“What do you mean no?” I could not believe he was dismissing me so easily.

“I appreciate what you want to do, but it is not what I want.” He shook his head. “Yes, some people might more readily accept me as one of their own, but for those who are truly against me, it will only serve to push them further away. They will see it has a hollow gesture and view our relationship, and your leadership, even more negatively.”

“I only want my tribe, my friends and family, to accept you,” I responded, gently stroking my hand through his hair. “To see you for how amazing you are, the way I do.”

“I know, but some people will never be able to see me the way you do,” he answered with a sad smile. “And truthfully, though I know they are your enemy and I would never return to them... I am not ready to give up the only ties I have to my former tribe. They are still my friends, my family.”

“But... I do not like that people think you are beneath me,” I implored. “That you are my property.”

“Well, maybe I enjoy being beneath you and your property,” he challenged in return.

We had the rest of our picnic in a comfortable silence, his words sitting with me. Not about being my property - though I must admit, even I take a certain amount of pleasure in my ownership. About his former tribe. His family. It is the same way I feel about Ritkal, and the others in my tribe who would turn away from me.

Perhaps from now on, we can be each other’s family. I tried to tell him as much before bed tonight, though every time I tried, I just could not think of the words. Instead, I just wound up staring at him while we laid in bed together.

"You know, we may be falling for each other, but it's still weird for you to just stare at me like that," he said after having enough of my awkward ogling.

"You... I... What?" I was sure I misheard him.

"What, we're not still pretending we don't like each other, are we?" he asked with a sly smile.

"No," I quickly shook my head. "I... I like you very much."

"Good. I like you too," he responded simply, leaning over to kiss me before pulling up our blanket. "Now can we go to bed? I'm exhausted and we have a long day of packing tomorrow."

I would be lying if I said I did not find the annoyed huff I received in response to hold you up, very cute. He fell asleep a few minutes ago, and is currently drooling on my arm. Journal... I think I am in love.