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I hope you enjoy it and, if you can, leave some coins in my [url=https://ko-fi.com/mrcoyote]Ko-fi[/url].", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Another chapter of the “tribal” saga, inspired by the Northgard universe, this time with a light romantic/melancholic tone. I hope you enjoy it and, if you can, leave some coins in my Ko-fi.", "writing": "Dugnir stepped out of his hut to enjoy the first rays of sunshine after a heavy overnight drizzle, the buckets full of water, the wet thatch on the roof, the puddles around the road and the clear sky, were natural clues to the great storm that had passed over the area.\n\nThe ferret stretched, crunching his back, walked back inside his home, bit a piece of bread and took a swig of spiced beer. After leaving a couple of logs on the fire, he filled his cauldron with water, chopped up several vegetables and tossed them into the pot along with a few chunks of smoked venison.\n\nLeaving the food to prepare, the male took his coat, a large basket and headed off into the woods.\n\nDugnir moved cautiously through the place, stepping on the wet ground and approaching all the trees, picking the delicious mushrooms that the rain had brought, managing to fill the basket in just an hour's walk.\n\nTaking advantage of the proximity of the river, the ferret approached to drink fresh water and fill his wineskins, the liquid was running strongly and the cold of the current seemed to freeze his hands.\n\nAs the male was about to start his return home, a strange detail caught his attention. A few meters from the river, leaning against a tree, there was another man.\n\nDugnir was surprised to realize that the white wolf, who seemed to be dead, was an old childhood friend. The lupine male, with a coat of snowy fur, was Agni, a village boy who had grown up with the ferret but had left home several years ago with a company of mercenaries.\n\nDugnir knelt down beside his friend, grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him hard.\n\n“Angi! Angi! Wake up!”\n\nThe canine's eyes opened with difficulty, his body was completely beaten up, several fresh cuts could be seen on his arms, face and legs, his clothes were shredded and his right eye was blinded.\n\n“Help...”\n\n“Agni, it's me!”\n\n“D-Dugnir...”\n\n“Easy, Agni, my house is nearby.”\n\nThe ferret slung his basket on his back and, very carefully, lifted the other male off the ground. The grass and bark Agni had been resting on were stained with blood, something that increased Dugnir's concern about getting to his hut.\n\nThe return home was a difficult feat for the ferret, the dead weight of his barely conscious friend forcing him to go very slowly and to plan carefully where to pass to avoid stumbling.\n\nWhen Dugnir made it to the hut, he kicked open the door and carried the wolf to the bed, laid him down carefully and cleaned his wounds, then fetched some healing ointment and applied it generously to all the wounds.\n\nAfter a good while caring for his friend, the ferret was able to make sure that the wolf did not have any fatal wounds. He could also observe the wolf's virtuous physique, tanned by battle and the constant exertion of combat, his childhood friend had truly changed over the past seven years.\n\nDugnir ate lunch and then improvised a bed with furs to let Agni rest. For three days, the ferret took care of the wounds of the white wolf who did not awaken until the morning of the fourth day.\n\n“D-Dugnir...”\n\n“Agni? You woke up!”\n\nThe little hunter ran up beside his friend and stood expectantly.\n\n“How do you feel?”\n\n“Like I fought naked with a bear.”\n\n“Do you remember what happened to you?”\n\n“They ambushed my company, killed my husband, some of us were able to escape...”\n\n“Who did that?”\n\n“They were another company of mercenaries, they were furious because we had stolen a job from them a couple of months ago.”\n\n“I thought your group was down by the southern islands, what were they doing so close to home?” asked the ferret.\n\n“Our last job had brought us back to these shores and the leader thought it would be a good idea to stay here for a while to visit the families, I was going to come here to introduce my mother to my husband before we were attacked.”\n\n“I'm sorry to tell you this, Agni, but your mother passed away last winter...”\n\n“What happened to her?”\n\n“An illness killed her in less than a week, the seidr could do nothing.”\n\n“Poor soul...she was a good woman though rather stubborn. When my father died, I offered her to come with me to the company. She was very good at throwing axes...But she told me she loved her village very much and preferred to stay.”\n\n“When you recover a little more, I'll take you to visit her grave.”\n\n“Thank you, Dugnir.”\n\n“By the way...I didn't know you liked males.”\n\n“Neither did I, but growing up among males and spending so much time away from our people makes mates...closer than expected.”\n\n“Is that how you met your husband?”\n\n“Yes, he was the best spearman I've ever met... one time I saw him skewer two enemies with the same spear at nearly three hundred feet.”\n\n“Wow...he was really spectacular.”\n\n“Yeah...His name was Hodrig, he was a blue-scaled dragon.”\n\n“And what was it like to do it with another male?”\n\n“Don't you remember?”\n\n“Of course not, Agni, we were just kids back then...Besides, it was just a kiss...”\n\n“Heh heh, so you do remember,” laughed the wolf.\n\n“I mean doing everything else...”\n\n“Well...sometimes it feels good and sometimes it hurts quite a bit...it's rare to find any male who treats you gently, though...if I were looking for that, I guess I'd be with a female.”\n\n“I understand...it must be strange....\n\nThe two friends were silent for a moment. The ferret was slightly embarrassed by the conversation, thinking it was the first time in his life he had ever talked about sex with someone else, while the wolf was in a strange dichotomy: the recent defeat and loss of his beloved clashed with the curiosity of his old friend and the cozy feeling of his home village.\n\n“Yes... it's strange...” muttered the warrior.\n\nAgni's recovery took several weeks, while most of the wounds were superficial, he had several stab wounds and cuts distributed around his abdomen, back and thighs. That meant that Dugnir's emergency stock of ointment ran out quickly and he had to go to the village healer, an old hog who took much better care of the wolf than the young hunter had been able to.\n\nOne Saturday morning, Agni carefully got out of bed, feeling his body numb after so much downtime, dressed in clothes his friend had left him and left the hut. Outside he met his ferret friend, who was repairing a hunting bow in his workshop.\n\n“Good morning...”\n\n“Hey, Agni! Are you feeling better already?”\n\n“Yeah...I'm still a little groggy but I'm not in pain anymore.”\n\nDugnir finished adjusting his bowstring, got up from the ground and turned to look at his friend.\n\n“I have the perfect solution for that!” exclaimed the ferret.\n\n“Some tonic perhaps?”\n\n“No no...It's Saturday!”\n\n“What's that got to do with anything?”\n\n“It's bathing day!”\n\n“Oh! No no no no...I'm so weak I'll be carried away by the current.”\n\n“Don't worry, I'll help you. Besides, I know a backwater where we can relax.”\n\n“All right...” snorted the wolf.\n\nDugnir quickly went into his hut and came back out with a small leather sack and a wooden bucket, and motioned for the wolf to follow him. \n\nThe two males walked into the forest, walking one behind the other so as not to trip, following a lightly marked trail that the ferret had made over the years. When they reached the river, they walked another ten minutes going upstream until they came to a shallow backwater next to the stream that seemed to have been artificially constructed.\n\n“Do you like it?” asked the ferret.\n\n“It looks very nice...how deep is it?”\n\n“It's up to my neck, I dug it last summer.”\n\n“I don't remember us coming to this part of the forest when we were kids...” said the mercenary.\n\nThe ferret began to undress and waded into the cold water, getting covered almost up to his chest, then dunked his head under the water, holding his breath for a moment and pulled it back out, shaking himself as the water trickled down his fur.\n\n“No one was coming this way, it was my master's territory and when he died he ceded it to me.”\n\nThe wolf undressed as well while thinking about what his friend said, then approached the edge of the hole, carefully crouched down and, aided by Dugnir, stepped into the water.\n\n“Oooh fuck...it's cold.”\n\n“Ha ha! How long has it been since you had a bath?”\n\n“I think it's been a month...”\n\n“You stinking wolf!” \n\n“We've been marching all the time, it's not my fault!” Agni defended himself.\n\n“One...two...three!” interrupted the ferret, counting down.\n\nBoth males took a breath and dipped their heads underwater, holding their breath as long as possible. This was a classic competition among the village boys in which Dugnir was always the winner and Agni came in second place.\n\nThe hunter poked his head out of the water, taking a big breath of air, realizing that he was all alone, and the water in the well was murky enough to see through.\n\n“Agni?” he asked worriedly.\n\nA few seconds later, the huge canine grabbed the ferret from underneath and lifted him into the air, holding him between his shoulders, making him yelp in surprise.\n\n“I won!” the wolf celebrated.\n\n“Holy shit, Agni, how did you do that?”\n\n“Ha ha! Mercenary training!” explained the canine, holding the small male by his legs.\n\n“I never thought you'd beat me.”\n\n“A friend of my husband's was an otter, he taught us some camouflage tactics in the rivers and on the seashore.”\n\n“Your husband was friends with a slave?”\n\n“Ex-slave, we bought him and freed him.” clarified the wolf.\n\n“Why? It must have been very expensive, otters are not from around here... ”\n\n“Well... my husband was very attracted to him as soon as he saw him at the market and, even though I didn't like the idea at first, eventually I grew fond of him too.” explained Agni.\n\nThe wolf submerged again so that Dugnir could step back onto the floor of the mud pit. Then the ferret walked over to the shore to get out of the water, knelt down and held out his hand to Agni to help him out.\n\n“Let's soap up.”\n\n“Shall we do it like we did when we were kids?”\n\nDugnir nodded, passed a bar of soap to his friend, took one himself and began soaping the other male's neck while the wolf did the same.\n\nBoth adults ran their hands over each other's fur, observing the vast differences in their bodies, the changes they had both experienced after so many years, the scars, the fur between their armpits, crotch and chest, their already hanging testicles, and their thick sheaths; everything that used to pass unnoticed, or perhaps was the subject of some childish joke, now seemed to shine through to highlight all their masculine features.\n\nAgni's huge hands felt powerful on the ferret's slender body, running over it without concern, reminiscent of the old tradition they had when their parents brought them to the river to bathe. Their necks, backs, arms, breasts, legs, buttocks, all soaped.\n\nHowever, Dugnir stopped when he saw what was missing: the crotch.\n\n“Go ahead... “ said the wolf, encouraging his friend to continue.\n\n“Y-Yes...”\n\nThe ferret cupped the canine's dangling balls with both hands, massaging them gently, feeling the scrotal skin emanating a slight warmth directly into his palms.\n\nAgni did the same, though the vast difference in size with his friend's testicles meant that he only needed one hand to grasp both balls, prompting the lupine to use his unoccupied hand to masturbate the other male and dig his fingers into the ferret's thin sheath.\n\nDugnir moved his hands up a little, stroking the wolf's thick sheath and ,a few seconds later, released him.\n\n“Agni...”\n\n“Yes?”\n\n“We'd better go rinse off...”\n\nThe big wolf took his hands off his friend and they both jumped back into the water, submerging themselves completely to remove the soap along with the grime accumulated throughout the week.\n\nWhen they finished washing, the two males climbed out of the well, grabbed their clothes and washed them on the riverbank. They then dressed in an extra change of clothes that Dugnir had brought and headed back home. \n\nInside the ferret hut, they laid the wet clothes by the fire and Dugnir busied himself making lunch with some rabbit chunks from the previous day's hunt, while Agni finished drying his fur and touching his abdomen, feeling the scars from the wounds the ambush had caused him.\n\n“Are they still not healed?” asked the hunter.\n\n“Yes... They're completely healed.”\n\n“So?”\n\n“I was... remembering.”\n\n“Your husband?”\n\n“No, the group... Death in my work is normal and it is recurrent for us to bury our comrades... but to be the only survivor... it feels like a betrayal,” the warrior muttered. \n\n“The Valkyries didn't choose you... maybe it's a sign... maybe it's not your time yet,” Dugnir replied.\n\n“Or maybe I'm not worthy...”\n\n“But you're alive, you're alive to be worthy next time.”\n\n“If there is a next time...”\n\n“You can walk, use your two hands, see, hear, think, why wouldn't there be a next time?” argued the hunter.\n\n“Because I ran away like a coward!”\n\n“If you were a coward you would have died in the woods, you wouldn't have survived until I found you. Clearly the Valkyries want to see you have revenge.”\n\n“I hope so, I would be very sad if I don't get to see my friends in Valhalla again...” admitted Agni.\n\nThe males were silent as they ate their lunch, the tasty soft meat falling out between the carnivores' teeth along with the chunks of vegetables.\n\nWhen they finished, Dugnir put another log on the fire and gathered up the clothes they had washed.\n\n“Do you want us to go see your mother?” the ferret offered.\n\n“Where was she buried?”\n\n“On the hill of the three trees.”\n\n“She loved that place. Let's go.”\n\nThe ferret led his friend to a hill south of the village, where there were three ancient trees and, in the shade of one of them, a small rune marked a grave.\n\nAt the foot of the grave, Agni knelt down and closed his eyes.\n\nDugnir remained watching the enormous wolf. It was strange, the sight of the great warrior, kneeling and silent, as if he were completely defeated or as if he were a melancholy ornament announcing the spoils of what was once a male.\n\nAgni rested his open hand, leaving it marked in the fresh earth, stood up, shook his knees, took a deep breath and opened his eyes again.\n\n“She was a great woman, I'm sure she would have gotten along with Hodrig...”\n\n“She was always very proud of you.”\n\n“And I always had a place in my heart for her, I feel fortunate to have been her son,” the warrior assured.\n\n“I'm glad you came back so I could tell her this, Agni...”\n\nThe wolf took a couple of steps back, standing next to the hunter, and took his hand without taking his eyes off the grave.\n\n“Thank you, my dear friend.” said the warrior softly.\n\n“I have taken care of your mother's house, now it is yours.” replied Dugnir.\n\n“I've been living in a group for many years, I don't think I can change that now...”\n\n“I have no problem with you staying at my house but... don't you at least want to see what your mother left you?”\n\n“No need, I'll leave everything to the neighbors, I'm sure they'll know how to make better use of it than me.”\n\n“The blacksmith's eldest son was thinking of leaving his father's house, perhaps he could use it.”\n\n“Then it will be his.”\n\n“We'll also have to build a bed for you.”\n\n“Or enlarge yours...” proposed the canine.\n\n“Agni...”\n\n“Weren't you curious?”\n\n“Yes... but not here, in front of your mother.” replied the mustelid rather sheepishly.\n\n“Ha ha! She would have been very amused.”\n\n“Shall we go home?” asked the hunter.\n\n“Yes.”\n\nThe two males left the hill and headed back to the ferret's house. On their way, they stopped at the blacksmith's house to offer Agni's old house to his son, and then passed by the healer's house, to thank the old woman for her care. After this they arrived at their destination, in the orange lights of dusk.\n\n“Home sweet home...” sighed Dugnir, relieved.\n\n“Can we have that smoked ham you have hanging near the hearth for dinner?”\n\n“Ha ha! Yes, we can.”\n\nDugnir walked over to the ham, unhooked it from the rope and turning around found his friend stark naked.\n\n“A-Agni...”\n\n“I didn't say it was for eating now...”\n\nThe ferret backed up to a table to put down the ham, not turning his back for a second, as if he was being pointed at with a sword.\n\n“Agni... I...”\n\n“Don't you want to?”\n\n“I do want to... but...”\n\n“What's the problem then?”\n\n“I don't know... I'm afraid.”\n\n“Afraid?”\n\n“Afraid...” repeated the ferret, cautiously approaching the canine, as if afraid he was going to get bitten.\n\n“Afraid of your childhood friend?” the wolf asked again, resting his huge hands on the other male's shoulders gently.\n\n“Well... let's just say that your size frightens me... a little...” muttered Dugnir, as his cheeks flushed and he took, between his small hands, his friend's two huge balls, without taking his eyes off the thick sheath from which a reddish tip was peeking out.\n\n“I think you're rushing...” continued the wolf, before releasing the little male, turning his back to him, leaning over the bed, with his legs at his sides, and spreading his buttocks apart with his hands, exposing his fleshy, pink anus. “In my opinion, you're just the right size for me,” Agni added.\n\n“Ooh... suddenly I'm not so afraid anymore...” said the ferret, licking his lips at the sight of that little hole, just above the canine's testicles, taking all the mustelid's attention.\n\n“Try as much as you like, I want to know what you're capable of too.”\n\nDugnir removed his boots and pants, and knelt in front of his friend's ass, sniffing his anus as he squeezed his buttocks greedily. Then the licking began, where first the mustelid coyly ran his little tongue over the wolf's warm, fleshy button, which tasted delicate and peculiarly intimate.\n\n“Wow... I didn't think you were going to start with that.” admitted Agni, and moaned slightly as he enjoyed his friend's wet, energetic appendage.\n\nThe ferret didn't respond, he simply continued to eat the canine's ass, as his long cock popped out of its sheath, squirting and getting harder and harder.\n\n“Hey... hey, Dugnir... “ said the wolf, trying to get the attention of his friend, who seemed to be in a trance.\n\n“Hmm?”\n\n“Are you going to stay up all night doing that?”\n\n“All night?” asked the ferret, turning his head, realizing that there was no longer any light other than that produced by the embers of the hearth.\n\n“Not that I don't like it but...” continued the canine.\n\n“Fuck... I lost track of time.”\n\n“Was that too much wolf meat for you?”\n\n“After this I don't think I can get enough...”\n\n“I'll make sure you never lack for it, but I also have needs...”\n\nDugnir stood up, wobbling on numb legs, grabbed his penis with one hand and with the other stretched the canine's buttocks. “I just stick it in and that's it?” he asked before acting.\n\n“You've prepared me well, so yes, just do it.” replied Agni.\n\nWith a somewhat goofy grin and full of anxiety, the ferret lay down on his friend's ass, settling in until the tip of his fine penis kissed the wolf's wet, dilated anus.\n\n“That's it...” moaned the canine.\n\nDugnir pinned the huge male down, reaching between his legs, and plunged his penis fully into the wolf's hole, with a swift, desperate movement that made his friend grunt and grit his teeth.\n\nThe difference in size of the ferret's cock from the penises Agni was used to was quite a difference, but the power with which his little friend moved gave the big white wolf a tasty sensation of desire, of masculine need that made him feel it as if the fiercest beast roaming the forest was penetrating him.\n\n“Easy, Dugnir... tomorrow I'll still be here...”\n\n“Yes! Yes! Tomorrow too!” replied the ferret, agitated, energetically accentuating every word he said as he gave a hard thrust with his hips, which seemed to sink between the fur of his partner's thick legs.\n\nThe mustelid had never felt such delight in being intimate with another person, how tight and warm the flesh hugging his long penis felt, was a sensation he had never experienced with a female. Moreover, the remarkable size difference between them made Dugnir feel a strange power that filled him with strength, security, and eagerness to keep penetrating his childhood friend.\n\n“Keep it up, Dugnir!” cried the wolf, clenching his fists.\n\nThe ferret's thrusts had become completely erratic, in a clumsy attempt to go faster than he could, producing an obscene wet sound as his testicles impacted against the wolf's ass. Until Dugnir's legs trembled, his back arched and his whole body relaxed the instant his penis, buried completely in the wolf's loins, began to spurt powerful jets of semen that made their way through the huge male's bowels.\n\n“Oooh... “ sighed the hunter as he dug his nails into his dear friend's thighs.\n\nWhen he was done, the ferret slowly stood up and fell backwards to the ground, roughly detaching his penis from the anus in which he had just planted his seed. His small chest rapidly inflated and deflated, and his heart pounded as if he had just finished chasing a wild boar. From Dugnir's flaccid penis, which rested on one of his legs as it contracted, a viscous line of male juice dripped, connecting his glans with Agni's swollen, reddened hole, from which fresh semen spurted that could barely be kept inside because of the large amount of liquid and the small space into which it had been injected.\n\n“D-Dugnir... are you alive?”\n\n“Mmmhhmm...”\n\n“I don't think I've ever been fucked like this before...” admitted the canine.\n\n“Mmmhhhhmm...”\n\nThe wolf brought one of his hands to his ass and ran it gently, soaking his fingers with his friend's cum.\n\n“ You sure were pent up...”\n\n“Actually, I masturbated this morning...” admitted the ferret.\n\n“What, do you always ejaculate like that?”\n\n“Y-Yes...”\n\n“Fuck... so tiny and so powerful...” scoffed the wolf, as he got out of bed and turned around to reach out a hand to his friend, helping him up.\n\nThe hunter found himself face to face with the wolf's erection, a thick red boner, with a swollen nub and much thicker at its base, the same length as his penis but the thickness of his wrist.\n\n“It's... it's huge!”\n\n“Do you want to try it?”\n\n“I'd rather go on living...”\n\n“Your loss,” laughed the canine.\n\n“Hey... Agni.”\n\n“Yeah?”\n\n“Were all your experiences like this?”\n\n“Like this?”\n\n“So... wild and rough,” the ferret tried to explain.\n\n“Well... no, not everything is like that.”\n\n“What did you do with your husband when they wanted to calm down?”\n\n“That's the best part...”\n\nThe big white wolf brought his muzzle close to the hunter's, resting his lips on the other male's, giving him small kisses as he wrapped his hands around him, pushing his thick tongue until Dugnir opened his mouth, letting him in.\n\nThe two males stood by the fire for quite a while, kissing naked. Then, Agni finished with the smoked ham that the ferret had brought down from the net, they kissed and caressed each other again until, as new lovers are used to, they surrendered to the need to fuck again, making the wolf finish just as full of his friend's semen as a few hours before, but this time they stayed together and without moving, in the comfort of the hunter's fur bed.\n\nThe next morning, Dugnir awoke alone in his bed. He cast a quick glance around his house and did not find the wolf, but heard a sharp knock coming from outside. The hunter put on his pants and went outside to see what the noise was.\n\nA few yards from the cabin, the white wolf was chopping logs with an axe. Agni was completely naked, swinging the tool hard, and next to him was a large amount of already cut wood, kilos and kilos of firewood that were not there yesterday.\n\n“Did you cut all that?” asked Dugnir, approaching up to his friend, still somewhat asleep.\n\n“Yes,” replied the wolf, before taking a breath and cutting another log.\n\n“There's already more than enough for the whole week... let's get some breakfast,” said the ferret.\n\n“There's more wood missing, we're going to need it.”\n\n“Why?”\n\n“Favors.” clarified the warrior.\n\n“Favors?”\n\nAgni chopped another log and stuck the edge of the axe into the stump, then turned to talk to his friend.\n\n“I had an idea when I woke up. There are many adventure-hungry young men in the village and no one would turn down the chance to participate in a raid,” the canine explained.\n\n“A raid?” repeated the ferret, surprised by the warrior's words.\n\n“Yes! I can send a messenger to a friend in the city, he will warn other villages, prepare the young men of the region, and get us a couple of drakkars. By early spring we will set sail for the Christian kingdoms, we will return full of riches and fame,” Agni detailed.\n\n“But... for what?”\n\n“To get my revenge, to feel complete again... will you help me?”\n\n“How sure is it that we'll come back alive?”\n\n“Well... maybe some of us will die on the way but the Christians are barely hanging on. I've been there twice now and all they do is pray to their god for protection from the Northmen.”\n\nDugnir smiled, rested hands on the white wolf's buttocks and kissed his neck. “So you are one of those Northmen who terrorize the Christian?” the hunter asked, seductively.\n\n“Yes, and there's always room for one more, even if you're small...” the canine teased.\n\n“Small? I'm going to fuck you all night for this!” growled the ferret, and bit the wolf's chest.\n\n“Ouch! Sorry!” groaned the canine.\n\n“Grr...”\n\n“So... are you going to help me?” Agni asked again.\n\n“Of course I am, stinky wolf, we'll have a lot of fun down south.”\n\n“We'll bring back very nice memories from there and, if we're lucky, when we get back I'll give you a big surprise,” the wolf assured.\n\n“But spring is still a long time away...” complained the ferret.\n\n“Well, you'll have to settle for my butt for now.”\n\n“You're going to regret calling me little boy, take that axe away and bend over the stump,” ordered the hunter, as he threw his pants to the ground.\n\n“Gladly, little one,” the warrior scoffed.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Dugnir stepped out of his hut to enjoy the first rays of sunshine after a heavy overnight drizzle, the buckets full of water, the wet thatch on the roof, the puddles around the road and the clear sky, were natural clues to the great storm that had passed over the area.

The ferret stretched, crunching his back, walked back inside his home, bit a piece of bread and took a swig of spiced beer. After leaving a couple of logs on the fire, he filled his cauldron with water, chopped up several vegetables and tossed them into the pot along with a few chunks of smoked venison.

Leaving the food to prepare, the male took his coat, a large basket and headed off into the woods.

Dugnir moved cautiously through the place, stepping on the wet ground and approaching all the trees, picking the delicious mushrooms that the rain had brought, managing to fill the basket in just an hour's walk.

Taking advantage of the proximity of the river, the ferret approached to drink fresh water and fill his wineskins, the liquid was running strongly and the cold of the current seemed to freeze his hands.

As the male was about to start his return home, a strange detail caught his attention. A few meters from the river, leaning against a tree, there was another man.

Dugnir was surprised to realize that the white wolf, who seemed to be dead, was an old childhood friend. The lupine male, with a coat of snowy fur, was Agni, a village boy who had grown up with the ferret but had left home several years ago with a company of mercenaries.

Dugnir knelt down beside his friend, grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him hard.

“Angi! Angi! Wake up!”

The canine's eyes opened with difficulty, his body was completely beaten up, several fresh cuts could be seen on his arms, face and legs, his clothes were shredded and his right eye was blinded.

“Help...”

“Agni, it's me!”

“D-Dugnir...”

“Easy, Agni, my house is nearby.”

The ferret slung his basket on his back and, very carefully, lifted the other male off the ground. The grass and bark Agni had been resting on were stained with blood, something that increased Dugnir's concern about getting to his hut.

The return home was a difficult feat for the ferret, the dead weight of his barely conscious friend forcing him to go very slowly and to plan carefully where to pass to avoid stumbling.

When Dugnir made it to the hut, he kicked open the door and carried the wolf to the bed, laid him down carefully and cleaned his wounds, then fetched some healing ointment and applied it generously to all the wounds.

After a good while caring for his friend, the ferret was able to make sure that the wolf did not have any fatal wounds. He could also observe the wolf's virtuous physique, tanned by battle and the constant exertion of combat, his childhood friend had truly changed over the past seven years.

Dugnir ate lunch and then improvised a bed with furs to let Agni rest. For three days, the ferret took care of the wounds of the white wolf who did not awaken until the morning of the fourth day.

“D-Dugnir...”

“Agni? You woke up!”

The little hunter ran up beside his friend and stood expectantly.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I fought naked with a bear.”

“Do you remember what happened to you?”

“They ambushed my company, killed my husband, some of us were able to escape...”

“Who did that?”

“They were another company of mercenaries, they were furious because we had stolen a job from them a couple of months ago.”

“I thought your group was down by the southern islands, what were they doing so close to home?” asked the ferret.

“Our last job had brought us back to these shores and the leader thought it would be a good idea to stay here for a while to visit the families, I was going to come here to introduce my mother to my husband before we were attacked.”

“I'm sorry to tell you this, Agni, but your mother passed away last winter...”

“What happened to her?”

“An illness killed her in less than a week, the seidr could do nothing.”

“Poor soul...she was a good woman though rather stubborn. When my father died, I offered her to come with me to the company. She was very good at throwing axes...But she told me she loved her village very much and preferred to stay.”

“When you recover a little more, I'll take you to visit her grave.”

“Thank you, Dugnir.”

“By the way...I didn't know you liked males.”

“Neither did I, but growing up among males and spending so much time away from our people makes mates...closer than expected.”

“Is that how you met your husband?”

“Yes, he was the best spearman I've ever met... one time I saw him skewer two enemies with the same spear at nearly three hundred feet.”

“Wow...he was really spectacular.”

“Yeah...His name was Hodrig, he was a blue-scaled dragon.”

“And what was it like to do it with another male?”

“Don't you remember?”

“Of course not, Agni, we were just kids back then...Besides, it was just a kiss...”

“Heh heh, so you do remember,” laughed the wolf.

“I mean doing everything else...”

“Well...sometimes it feels good and sometimes it hurts quite a bit...it's rare to find any male who treats you gently, though...if I were looking for that, I guess I'd be with a female.”

“I understand...it must be strange....

The two friends were silent for a moment. The ferret was slightly embarrassed by the conversation, thinking it was the first time in his life he had ever talked about sex with someone else, while the wolf was in a strange dichotomy: the recent defeat and loss of his beloved clashed with the curiosity of his old friend and the cozy feeling of his home village.

“Yes... it's strange...” muttered the warrior.

Agni's recovery took several weeks, while most of the wounds were superficial, he had several stab wounds and cuts distributed around his abdomen, back and thighs. That meant that Dugnir's emergency stock of ointment ran out quickly and he had to go to the village healer, an old hog who took much better care of the wolf than the young hunter had been able to.

One Saturday morning, Agni carefully got out of bed, feeling his body numb after so much downtime, dressed in clothes his friend had left him and left the hut. Outside he met his ferret friend, who was repairing a hunting bow in his workshop.

“Good morning...”

“Hey, Agni! Are you feeling better already?”

“Yeah...I'm still a little groggy but I'm not in pain anymore.”

Dugnir finished adjusting his bowstring, got up from the ground and turned to look at his friend.

“I have the perfect solution for that!” exclaimed the ferret.

“Some tonic perhaps?”

“No no...It's Saturday!”

“What's that got to do with anything?”

“It's bathing day!”

“Oh! No no no no...I'm so weak I'll be carried away by the current.”

“Don't worry, I'll help you. Besides, I know a backwater where we can relax.”

“All right...” snorted the wolf.

Dugnir quickly went into his hut and came back out with a small leather sack and a wooden bucket, and motioned for the wolf to follow him.

The two males walked into the forest, walking one behind the other so as not to trip, following a lightly marked trail that the ferret had made over the years. When they reached the river, they walked another ten minutes going upstream until they came to a shallow backwater next to the stream that seemed to have been artificially constructed.

“Do you like it?” asked the ferret.

“It looks very nice...how deep is it?”

“It's up to my neck, I dug it last summer.”

“I don't remember us coming to this part of the forest when we were kids...” said the mercenary.

The ferret began to undress and waded into the cold water, getting covered almost up to his chest, then dunked his head under the water, holding his breath for a moment and pulled it back out, shaking himself as the water trickled down his fur.

“No one was coming this way, it was my master's territory and when he died he ceded it to me.”

The wolf undressed as well while thinking about what his friend said, then approached the edge of the hole, carefully crouched down and, aided by Dugnir, stepped into the water.

“Oooh fuck...it's cold.”

“Ha ha! How long has it been since you had a bath?”

“I think it's been a month...”

“You stinking wolf!”

“We've been marching all the time, it's not my fault!” Agni defended himself.

“One...two...three!” interrupted the ferret, counting down.

Both males took a breath and dipped their heads underwater, holding their breath as long as possible. This was a classic competition among the village boys in which Dugnir was always the winner and Agni came in second place.

The hunter poked his head out of the water, taking a big breath of air, realizing that he was all alone, and the water in the well was murky enough to see through.

“Agni?” he asked worriedly.

A few seconds later, the huge canine grabbed the ferret from underneath and lifted him into the air, holding him between his shoulders, making him yelp in surprise.

“I won!” the wolf celebrated.

“Holy shit, Agni, how did you do that?”

“Ha ha! Mercenary training!” explained the canine, holding the small male by his legs.

“I never thought you'd beat me.”

“A friend of my husband's was an otter, he taught us some camouflage tactics in the rivers and on the seashore.”

“Your husband was friends with a slave?”

“Ex-slave, we bought him and freed him.” clarified the wolf.

“Why? It must have been very expensive, otters are not from around here... ”

“Well... my husband was very attracted to him as soon as he saw him at the market and, even though I didn't like the idea at first, eventually I grew fond of him too.” explained Agni.

The wolf submerged again so that Dugnir could step back onto the floor of the mud pit. Then the ferret walked over to the shore to get out of the water, knelt down and held out his hand to Agni to help him out.

“Let's soap up.”

“Shall we do it like we did when we were kids?”

Dugnir nodded, passed a bar of soap to his friend, took one himself and began soaping the other male's neck while the wolf did the same.

Both adults ran their hands over each other's fur, observing the vast differences in their bodies, the changes they had both experienced after so many years, the scars, the fur between their armpits, crotch and chest, their already hanging testicles, and their thick sheaths; everything that used to pass unnoticed, or perhaps was the subject of some childish joke, now seemed to shine through to highlight all their masculine features.

Agni's huge hands felt powerful on the ferret's slender body, running over it without concern, reminiscent of the old tradition they had when their parents brought them to the river to bathe. Their necks, backs, arms, breasts, legs, buttocks, all soaped.

However, Dugnir stopped when he saw what was missing: the crotch.

“Go ahead... “ said the wolf, encouraging his friend to continue.

“Y-Yes...”

The ferret cupped the canine's dangling balls with both hands, massaging them gently, feeling the scrotal skin emanating a slight warmth directly into his palms.

Agni did the same, though the vast difference in size with his friend's testicles meant that he only needed one hand to grasp both balls, prompting the lupine to use his unoccupied hand to masturbate the other male and dig his fingers into the ferret's thin sheath.

Dugnir moved his hands up a little, stroking the wolf's thick sheath and ,a few seconds later, released him.

“Agni...”

“Yes?”

“We'd better go rinse off...”

The big wolf took his hands off his friend and they both jumped back into the water, submerging themselves completely to remove the soap along with the grime accumulated throughout the week.

When they finished washing, the two males climbed out of the well, grabbed their clothes and washed them on the riverbank. They then dressed in an extra change of clothes that Dugnir had brought and headed back home.

Inside the ferret hut, they laid the wet clothes by the fire and Dugnir busied himself making lunch with some rabbit chunks from the previous day's hunt, while Agni finished drying his fur and touching his abdomen, feeling the scars from the wounds the ambush had caused him.

“Are they still not healed?” asked the hunter.

“Yes... They're completely healed.”

“So?”

“I was... remembering.”

“Your husband?”

“No, the group... Death in my work is normal and it is recurrent for us to bury our comrades... but to be the only survivor... it feels like a betrayal,” the warrior muttered.

“The Valkyries didn't choose you... maybe it's a sign... maybe it's not your time yet,” Dugnir replied.

“Or maybe I'm not worthy...”

“But you're alive, you're alive to be worthy next time.”

“If there is a next time...”

“You can walk, use your two hands, see, hear, think, why wouldn't there be a next time?” argued the hunter.

“Because I ran away like a coward!”

“If you were a coward you would have died in the woods, you wouldn't have survived until I found you. Clearly the Valkyries want to see you have revenge.”

“I hope so, I would be very sad if I don't get to see my friends in Valhalla again...” admitted Agni.

The males were silent as they ate their lunch, the tasty soft meat falling out between the carnivores' teeth along with the chunks of vegetables.

When they finished, Dugnir put another log on the fire and gathered up the clothes they had washed.

“Do you want us to go see your mother?” the ferret offered.

“Where was she buried?”

“On the hill of the three trees.”

“She loved that place. Let's go.”

The ferret led his friend to a hill south of the village, where there were three ancient trees and, in the shade of one of them, a small rune marked a grave.

At the foot of the grave, Agni knelt down and closed his eyes.

Dugnir remained watching the enormous wolf. It was strange, the sight of the great warrior, kneeling and silent, as if he were completely defeated or as if he were a melancholy ornament announcing the spoils of what was once a male.

Agni rested his open hand, leaving it marked in the fresh earth, stood up, shook his knees, took a deep breath and opened his eyes again.

“She was a great woman, I'm sure she would have gotten along with Hodrig...”

“She was always very proud of you.”

“And I always had a place in my heart for her, I feel fortunate to have been her son,” the warrior assured.

“I'm glad you came back so I could tell her this, Agni...”

The wolf took a couple of steps back, standing next to the hunter, and took his hand without taking his eyes off the grave.

“Thank you, my dear friend.” said the warrior softly.

“I have taken care of your mother's house, now it is yours.” replied Dugnir.

“I've been living in a group for many years, I don't think I can change that now...”

“I have no problem with you staying at my house but... don't you at least want to see what your mother left you?”

“No need, I'll leave everything to the neighbors, I'm sure they'll know how to make better use of it than me.”

“The blacksmith's eldest son was thinking of leaving his father's house, perhaps he could use it.”

“Then it will be his.”

“We'll also have to build a bed for you.”

“Or enlarge yours...” proposed the canine.

“Agni...”

“Weren't you curious?”

“Yes... but not here, in front of your mother.” replied the mustelid rather sheepishly.

“Ha ha! She would have been very amused.”

“Shall we go home?” asked the hunter.

“Yes.”

The two males left the hill and headed back to the ferret's house. On their way, they stopped at the blacksmith's house to offer Agni's old house to his son, and then passed by the healer's house, to thank the old woman for her care. After this they arrived at their destination, in the orange lights of dusk.

“Home sweet home...” sighed Dugnir, relieved.

“Can we have that smoked ham you have hanging near the hearth for dinner?”

“Ha ha! Yes, we can.”

Dugnir walked over to the ham, unhooked it from the rope and turning around found his friend stark naked.

“A-Agni...”

“I didn't say it was for eating now...”

The ferret backed up to a table to put down the ham, not turning his back for a second, as if he was being pointed at with a sword.

“Agni... I...”

“Don't you want to?”

“I do want to... but...”

“What's the problem then?”

“I don't know... I'm afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Afraid...” repeated the ferret, cautiously approaching the canine, as if afraid he was going to get bitten.

“Afraid of your childhood friend?” the wolf asked again, resting his huge hands on the other male's shoulders gently.

“Well... let's just say that your size frightens me... a little...” muttered Dugnir, as his cheeks flushed and he took, between his small hands, his friend's two huge balls, without taking his eyes off the thick sheath from which a reddish tip was peeking out.

“I think you're rushing...” continued the wolf, before releasing the little male, turning his back to him, leaning over the bed, with his legs at his sides, and spreading his buttocks apart with his hands, exposing his fleshy, pink anus. “In my opinion, you're just the right size for me,” Agni added.

“Ooh... suddenly I'm not so afraid anymore...” said the ferret, licking his lips at the sight of that little hole, just above the canine's testicles, taking all the mustelid's attention.

“Try as much as you like, I want to know what you're capable of too.”

Dugnir removed his boots and pants, and knelt in front of his friend's ass, sniffing his anus as he squeezed his buttocks greedily. Then the licking began, where first the mustelid coyly ran his little tongue over the wolf's warm, fleshy button, which tasted delicate and peculiarly intimate.

“Wow... I didn't think you were going to start with that.” admitted Agni, and moaned slightly as he enjoyed his friend's wet, energetic appendage.

The ferret didn't respond, he simply continued to eat the canine's ass, as his long cock popped out of its sheath, squirting and getting harder and harder.

“Hey... hey, Dugnir... “ said the wolf, trying to get the attention of his friend, who seemed to be in a trance.

“Hmm?”

“Are you going to stay up all night doing that?”

“All night?” asked the ferret, turning his head, realizing that there was no longer any light other than that produced by the embers of the hearth.

“Not that I don't like it but...” continued the canine.

“Fuck... I lost track of time.”

“Was that too much wolf meat for you?”

“After this I don't think I can get enough...”

“I'll make sure you never lack for it, but I also have needs...”

Dugnir stood up, wobbling on numb legs, grabbed his penis with one hand and with the other stretched the canine's buttocks. “I just stick it in and that's it?” he asked before acting.

“You've prepared me well, so yes, just do it.” replied Agni.

With a somewhat goofy grin and full of anxiety, the ferret lay down on his friend's ass, settling in until the tip of his fine penis kissed the wolf's wet, dilated anus.

“That's it...” moaned the canine.

Dugnir pinned the huge male down, reaching between his legs, and plunged his penis fully into the wolf's hole, with a swift, desperate movement that made his friend grunt and grit his teeth.

The difference in size of the ferret's cock from the penises Agni was used to was quite a difference, but the power with which his little friend moved gave the big white wolf a tasty sensation of desire, of masculine need that made him feel it as if the fiercest beast roaming the forest was penetrating him.

“Easy, Dugnir... tomorrow I'll still be here...”

“Yes! Yes! Tomorrow too!” replied the ferret, agitated, energetically accentuating every word he said as he gave a hard thrust with his hips, which seemed to sink between the fur of his partner's thick legs.

The mustelid had never felt such delight in being intimate with another person, how tight and warm the flesh hugging his long penis felt, was a sensation he had never experienced with a female. Moreover, the remarkable size difference between them made Dugnir feel a strange power that filled him with strength, security, and eagerness to keep penetrating his childhood friend.

“Keep it up, Dugnir!” cried the wolf, clenching his fists.

The ferret's thrusts had become completely erratic, in a clumsy attempt to go faster than he could, producing an obscene wet sound as his testicles impacted against the wolf's ass. Until Dugnir's legs trembled, his back arched and his whole body relaxed the instant his penis, buried completely in the wolf's loins, began to spurt powerful jets of semen that made their way through the huge male's bowels.

“Oooh... “ sighed the hunter as he dug his nails into his dear friend's thighs.

When he was done, the ferret slowly stood up and fell backwards to the ground, roughly detaching his penis from the anus in which he had just planted his seed. His small chest rapidly inflated and deflated, and his heart pounded as if he had just finished chasing a wild boar. From Dugnir's flaccid penis, which rested on one of his legs as it contracted, a viscous line of male juice dripped, connecting his glans with Agni's swollen, reddened hole, from which fresh semen spurted that could barely be kept inside because of the large amount of liquid and the small space into which it had been injected.

“D-Dugnir... are you alive?”

“Mmmhhmm...”

“I don't think I've ever been fucked like this before...” admitted the canine.

“Mmmhhhhmm...”

The wolf brought one of his hands to his ass and ran it gently, soaking his fingers with his friend's cum.

“ You sure were pent up...”

“Actually, I masturbated this morning...” admitted the ferret.

“What, do you always ejaculate like that?”

“Y-Yes...”

“Fuck... so tiny and so powerful...” scoffed the wolf, as he got out of bed and turned around to reach out a hand to his friend, helping him up.

The hunter found himself face to face with the wolf's erection, a thick red boner, with a swollen nub and much thicker at its base, the same length as his penis but the thickness of his wrist.

“It's... it's huge!”

“Do you want to try it?”

“I'd rather go on living...”

“Your loss,” laughed the canine.

“Hey... Agni.”

“Yeah?”

“Were all your experiences like this?”

“Like this?”

“So... wild and rough,” the ferret tried to explain.

“Well... no, not everything is like that.”

“What did you do with your husband when they wanted to calm down?”

“That's the best part...”

The big white wolf brought his muzzle close to the hunter's, resting his lips on the other male's, giving him small kisses as he wrapped his hands around him, pushing his thick tongue until Dugnir opened his mouth, letting him in.

The two males stood by the fire for quite a while, kissing naked. Then, Agni finished with the smoked ham that the ferret had brought down from the net, they kissed and caressed each other again until, as new lovers are used to, they surrendered to the need to fuck again, making the wolf finish just as full of his friend's semen as a few hours before, but this time they stayed together and without moving, in the comfort of the hunter's fur bed.

The next morning, Dugnir awoke alone in his bed. He cast a quick glance around his house and did not find the wolf, but heard a sharp knock coming from outside. The hunter put on his pants and went outside to see what the noise was.

A few yards from the cabin, the white wolf was chopping logs with an axe. Agni was completely naked, swinging the tool hard, and next to him was a large amount of already cut wood, kilos and kilos of firewood that were not there yesterday.

“Did you cut all that?” asked Dugnir, approaching up to his friend, still somewhat asleep.

“Yes,” replied the wolf, before taking a breath and cutting another log.

“There's already more than enough for the whole week... let's get some breakfast,” said the ferret.

“There's more wood missing, we're going to need it.”

“Why?”

“Favors.” clarified the warrior.

“Favors?”

Agni chopped another log and stuck the edge of the axe into the stump, then turned to talk to his friend.

“I had an idea when I woke up. There are many adventure-hungry young men in the village and no one would turn down the chance to participate in a raid,” the canine explained.

“A raid?” repeated the ferret, surprised by the warrior's words.

“Yes! I can send a messenger to a friend in the city, he will warn other villages, prepare the young men of the region, and get us a couple of drakkars. By early spring we will set sail for the Christian kingdoms, we will return full of riches and fame,” Agni detailed.

“But... for what?”

“To get my revenge, to feel complete again... will you help me?”

“How sure is it that we'll come back alive?”

“Well... maybe some of us will die on the way but the Christians are barely hanging on. I've been there twice now and all they do is pray to their god for protection from the Northmen.”

Dugnir smiled, rested hands on the white wolf's buttocks and kissed his neck. “So you are one of those Northmen who terrorize the Christian?” the hunter asked, seductively.

“Yes, and there's always room for one more, even if you're small...” the canine teased.

“Small? I'm going to fuck you all night for this!” growled the ferret, and bit the wolf's chest.

“Ouch! Sorry!” groaned the canine.

“Grr...”

“So... are you going to help me?” Agni asked again.

“Of course I am, stinky wolf, we'll have a lot of fun down south.”

“We'll bring back very nice memories from there and, if we're lucky, when we get back I'll give you a big surprise,” the wolf assured.

“But spring is still a long time away...” complained the ferret.

“Well, you'll have to settle for my butt for now.”

“You're going to regret calling me little boy, take that axe away and bend over the stump,” ordered the hunter, as he threw his pants to the ground.

“Gladly, little one,” the warrior scoffed.
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