Redheart had taken a detour from his travels with Kenzo, eager to follow a certain rumour he had been hearing from his fellow man in Eorzea. 
Tales of a camp of Hrothgar: from where, he is eager to find new Hrothgar to accompany him on his journey across the realm.

Once he arrived at the camp at the edges of Thanalan, tales of a “dancing Hrothgar” soon became commonplace amongst the camp. 
With his curiosity piqued, he advanced to the nearest tavern, eager to hear more. 
He found the tavern full of people of his own kind - and, for the first time in a while, he felt at home. They welcomed him with open arms, and asked him what his occupation was.
When Redheart replied with, “An adventurer”, all of them gave impressed ‘hm’s and ‘hum’s.
“It would seem that many are taking to adventuring these days.” said a blue furred Hrothgar from the back. Redheart looked at him to see him smiling, and pointing at the brown-furred Hrothgar dancing on the front stage.
“One of our own kin has been taught the way of Thavnairian dancing.”
Redheart’s mouth was agape as he watched the Hrothgar dance in front of him, who gave him a sly smile.
“Welcome, newcomer!” He said, in-between his moves. 
“Take a seat and enjoy the show. Speak to the people of this camp. They would know much of your travels!”
Redheart smiled and nodded, and began talking about history to the blue-furred muscular Hrothgar - who nodded and hummed in approval.
“I must say, there’s been quite a lot of us defecting from the Queen’s rule. Though it is, in every way, a disservice to our clan, the freedom in doing so is liberating…” said one yellow-furred Hrothgar, whose muscular chest was bare for all to see. Redheart couldn’t take his eyes off the big chest for a moment, and when he looked in the yellow Hrothgar’s eyes - he saw a certain look, like he knew something, and smirked.
The blue-furred Hrothgar undid his own shirt - much to Redheart’s confusion.
“Where these men just warm, or…?” 

“Indeed. But I think it’s time to have some fun now, don’t you think, men?!”
All Hrothgars cheered out in response, eager to drink away the night full of joy and laughter. 
Redheart watched with awe as men stripped themselves, displaying their muscular, furry bodies with pride - rubbing their bodies together everytime they laughed or touched each other.
Seemingly, these men were very comfortable with each other.
The blue-furred Hrothgar, seeming strikingly similar to the famous leader Redheart had read about known as “Kimahri”, noticed Redheart still sitting in full armor.
“Well? Won’t you join in with us? I’m sure an adventurer like you has a lot of muscles to show.”
Redheart gulped and was taken aback by the dignity and hospitality of the men. He decided to repay them in kind by taking off his harness, allowing his sun-baked and sweaty fur to breathe in the cool night air in the tavern.
There was a moment of silence as the Hrothgar inspected the body of the newly arrived red-furred lion, then the Kimahri-lookalike at last spoke up.
“Ah yes, very good.” He simply stated, his paws tracing over every inch of muscle that Redheart had painstakingly built up during his travels across the realm.
He allowed him to touch and fondle his bare bicep, and then his attention was drawn to the bulging subligar that the Ronso was wearing. 
“You’ve noticed. Haha, yes, here in this tavern - we have all sorts of fun…”
He noticed Redheart’s worried face and stopped fondling his big bulge for a second.
“Had any experience with a fellow Hrothgar?”
Redheart’s mind flashed back to when his homosexual kin - Kenzo - sucked him off.
“Yeah…” He meekly said.
The Hrothgar chuckled in response, putting his big arm over Redheart’s broad shoulder.
“Judging by the sound of your voice, was it disappointing? I can assure, we give only the best-”
“No, no, it’s not that!” Redheart butted in,
“I-It’s just that, I never knew there were so many ‘willing’ men of my kin…”
“Well, what do you expect? We are testosterone-filled after all… We develop muscles far faster and greater than any other male. Not to mention, our crotches…”
Then Redheart’s mind flashed back to his Kenzo’s tenting loincloth, how it got stained with his cum as he was giving Kenzo a sloppy, amazing blowjob.
“Y-Yeah, I know.”
“What’s the matter? You seem rather flustered.”
Redheart’s gaze turned to the Hrothgar dancer, and the Hrothgar beside him hummed in realistion. 
“Ah, you seek release. That can be arranged…”
The brown-furred dancer winked at him, his fur soaked in sweat from the dance - only adding to the manly and musky aroma filling the room. The Hrothgar were used to the smell of their scent by now.
Then, out of nowhere, a handsome looking, black-furred Hrothgar entered the fray - his body completely naked, allowing his big package to freely hang in the air. He was walking up to the dancer with conviction in his step. The dancer, upon noticing him, smirked - and stopped, resting his body aside the pole and turning to the newly-arrived Hrothgar with a sly look on his face.
“That Hrothgar, he goes by the name of Alex.” The blue-furred man pointed to that black-furred muscular hunk, who now had his semi-erect cock poised at the dancer’s willing muzzle.
“The dancer…” he continued, pulling his own modest cock out of his subligar (that was now completely erect, standing at a thick 8 inches) “We don’t know his name, so we just call him Dancing. Dancing Hrothgar.” He continued, jerking off his cock and getting into the motions of a nice, good release.
“Feel free to join Alex and his ‘son’.” 

Redheart looked at the throbbing 9-inches of meat belonging to the blue Hrothgar, and gulped. 
“I think I want to try out you first.”
The hrothgar looked at him with shock, then a small smirk crept on his face. 
“Go on, then.”
“It'll be my first time, I've never gone down on a guy,”
Wordlessly, and upon instinct, he knelt down to worship the cock as the man's paw guided him down to his pube-covered crotch. 
The hrothgar cooed out with ‘good boy’, and told him to ‘get worshipping’. 
“Don't worry, just do what your friend did.”
Redheart was reluctant at first, but willing to see what men are all about. He rolled the man's hairy blue balls in his paws and licked at them, feeling the bristle white hairs scratch at his tongue. Redheart blushed, and moaned - loving the fact that he was able to give this big blue beast pleasure. 
“Name's Kimahri.”
Redheart’s eyes widened, “The Kimahri?”
Kimahri grunted and moaned once he felt one of his big balls pop into Redheart’s warm muzzle, giving it a good tongue bathe. 
“Yeah, now nourish my hairy balls.”
Redheart’s paw raked through Kimahri's thatchy pubes, taking note on how thick the pubes were between his fingers, and how big his bush was. His nose was infected with Kimahri's scent, making him into a proper bitch. He learned to love the pubes entering his mouth. 
Kimahri sneered at Redheart, “Not so straight anymore, aren't you, dude?”
Redheart popped off his balls, which were now covered in man slime. 
“I don't care,” Redheart said in-between exsapstered breaths, 
“I see now why my friend likes guys. He just goes by instinct.”
Kimahri slowly pushed Redheart’s head back down, to his hairy crack exposed as he was laying back in the chair. 
“That's all that matters, kid. You see a big dick? Suck it. You see a hairy chest? Tell him you love it. You see those bulging muscles? Compliment him. That's how we live life, by true Hrothgar standards. 
Redheart’s nose perked up to the scent as he was muzzle-deep inside the beginning of Kimahri's hairy ass crack without even thinking about it, just letting the hand guide him. 
“Breathe in deep.”
Redheart did as he was told, and the scent was almost going to knock him out. As Kimahri now moved his body up to properly facesit on Redheart, the Hrothgar couldn't see anything but white hair and couldn't smell anything else but a deep permeating scent - just something about it was extremely Kimahri. 
“You like my ass musk, kid? Feeling all my ass hairs brush against ‘yer face? 
Redheart moaned, a deep ‘yes’ could barely be discerned from the fat muscular ass stifling him.
Well, that's it now, Redheart’s fragile heterosexuality is all but shattered. 
“Open my mancunt, kid - I want to feel you moan inside, not out.”
It took a while for Redheart to find Kimahri's ass through  that valley of hair, but when he did - and slid his tongue through that tight, tender hole - he heard Kimahri moan lustfully. 
“That feels great, man, just knowing your hot tongue is in there, eating up all my ass hair and giving me a proper manly rimjob.”
Redheart wasn't sure what to make of it at first - he thought eating ass was disgusting, but now, as he drives his tongue deeper into the tight warm depths, with Kimahri's big muscular ass resting on his face, he realises that the raunchiness is just what makes it hot.
Kimahri jacked off his big thick 9-inch meat as he smothered his fat ass all over Redheart, with Alex looking on - fapping like mad and drooling like a beast. Soon, other Hrothgar joined the circlejerk as they watched this show of dominance. 
Kimahri let his thick cock be pumped by Alex instead, and the blue beast went down on Redheart’s cock as he ate his blue hairy ass like a pro. 
“Does your friend suck like that?”
Redheart’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, the man completely overcome with pleasure, feeling Kimahri's beard brush against his throbbing dick as he deepthroated it, making his throat bulge in the shape of Redheart’s big warrior cock. 
With just a few strokes of that manly muzzle wrapped tightly around his cock, Redheart came without warning - groaning and moaning as he was face-deep in Kimahri's big ass, just losing himself in the moment - knowing that many other proud warrior Hrothgar men like him are fapping their own thick dicks to this glorious show. 
Kimahri had since shoved Alex on his own cock, intent on emptying his day-long load that's been boiling in his loins ever since he waltzed into the tavern.
“Damn good looker you are, Redheart.”
Redheart blushed, but couldn’t speak because 9 thick inches of Kimahri’s meat was plugging his throat up, with his nose buried in those bushy white pubes.
“I noticed how you kept ogling other guy’s bodies, too. You have an eye for masculinity.”
Redheart moaned near-constantly as Kimahri was just talking about how much of a fag he was, now his heterosexuality is thrown to the wind. He thrust inside Redheart’s warm muzzle powerfully, his big hairy balls hitting his stubble everytime he facefucks that blushing, handsome face looking up at him lovingly. 
“You probably thought ‘just a blowjob’ from your gay friend was enough to take the edge off, right? Just some ‘no homo’ stuff? What did you do for him after?”
Redheart was overcome with shame, then Kimahri just laughed it off - continuing his facefuck as normal, almost making Redheart black out from a lack of air - with being constantly pressed in that musky, pube-covered crotch.
“It’s okay, it was your first time. But now you know. Just like how you ate out my ass, I bet your friend would want the same too.”
Redheart could feel this big hairy balls tightening, and Kimahri groaned out - stopping his thrusting to grind in that muzzle in fully, stretching the ‘straight guy’s’ throat with thick 9 inches of fabled Hrothgar meat, then emptying his whole fucking nut inside - growling out and groaning in pleasure with varying frequency - like he was completley overtaken with the orgasm.
As Kimahri orgasmed inside his tight throat, moaning about how ‘good a jock’s throat feels’, Redheart was deeply satisfied that he had brought the man pleasure. Perhaps Kenzo felt the same too, all those days ago. 
He felt the thick, tribal juice rush down his throat like a torrent - straight from the loins of an older, mature Hrothgar male, still very much virile. Some of it leaked out from the sides, leaving some slutty Hrothgar’s that were circlejerking - to lick it up from the two mens’ hairy chests, handsome faces, or anywhere else on their well-sculpted muscular bodies; some were even licking up Kimahri’s cum from the floor, savouring every drop!

Redheart’s eyes were closed - his whole body and will tired from the amazing sex he just had (both pleasuring and giving service to his fellow man was adrelinane rushing), but he could also hear the grunts of the other men cumming on either him or Kimahri to the show, the smell of their thick musky dicks (and, soon, their cum) swelling up in the air and adding to the raunchiness of it all. 

At this point - Redheart realised that he made a grave mistake. Kenzo should’ve been invited!

































