Ajani sat in his hut in darkness as the rest of the village shined with revelry. He had not been invited to the gathering, of course. He was the pariah, only permitted in the tribe from his brother's continued pleading. Even then, he was not allowed a proper place in the village. His hut was on the outskirts, and the lights of the festival shone dimly through the trees.

It would do him no good to think of what Jazal was likely up to now. He'd been the star of the last hunt. All the hunters adored him; all the women desired him. He was likely breeding a few cubs into some lustful, yielding women right now. Maybe he ought to have been thinking of breeding, but Jazal certainly shouldn't have been the focus of his thoughts: muscles flexing, hips moving, cock sinking into a willing hole. Tail lashing as he came, fangs on display as he roared out his triumph. Ajani's own cock shuddered in his sheath, and he had to divert his thoughts before he made a mess. If anyone knew, he'd lose what little tolerance he was permitted -- not just a cursed child, but one who lusted over another man, too. His own brother, who'd sacrificed so much to keep him within the tribe.

There was enough time for the ache in his loins to subside, and then rise again when he started thinking about Jazal breeding, and then a distraction finally presented itself. There was an uneven shuffling outside as a figure wound down the forest trail to Ajani's ramshackle hut. Unfortunately for what it was supposed to be distracting him from, judging by the drunken off-tune singing, it was Jazal himself.

Ajani wasn't sure why he was here. Usually, Jazal slept in one of his conquest's huts. On festival nights, it was unusual for him to meet Adjani before midday.

He could smell the pungency of Jazal's sweat long before he stepped inside. Fresh sweat, mixed with the sweet scent of mating and the heavier, meatier tang of Jazal's own seed. His breath -- and fur -- reeked of plum wine. He was stripped entirely naked, not even a loincloth to hide his swollen sheath. His fur was clumped to his skin in sweaty mats. His balls hung low, slack and drooping after his long night breeding. His sheathflesh was slick, mingled juices from his many conquests splattered across his hide, turning the fur across his thighs and sheath shiny. His cocktip still peeked from between his swollen sheathlips, shaft a dusky red, with the last dregs of his seed collecting in a sludgy smear along the shelf of his sheathlip.

"Ajani!" he yelled, joyful, when he slammed against the doorframe and spilled inside. "Little brother! Ha hah, what a night!"

Ajani flushed and looked away, but only after staring for too long. Jazal was the image of perfection for what a kha should be: solid muscles, golden fur, cock perfectly proportioned. Where Jazal was-- virile; masculine; cock a fat, bulky length that promised a fierce breeding; balls constantly heavy with potent seed... what Ajani had would do him no good. Too unwieldy to be of any use. The sight of Jazal before him sent a hot rush seeping down his stomach, burning into his sheath. His cock strained, tenting his loincloth, and though he tried to hide it beneath his forearms, Jazal's nostrils flared, wetly huffing. He staggered over, body heavy when he slammed into him, and Ajani had to brace himself to stop the both of them from toppling over from the impact. Jazal's rich scent surrounded him, sex and sweat and musk. He was acutely aware of his shuddering sheath, pulsing an inch from where Jazal's thigh was sprawled against his own.

"Ajani, I missed you at the revel!" He leaned in, almost like he was leaning in for a kiss. He pressed their foreheads together, his breath sweet and reeking. "Ajani, I wish they saw what I saw in you." His hands pressed against Ajani's chest, digging into his pale fur. "You deserve so much more."

"Brother..." Ajani started, just to keep himself from tipping his head up to kiss him. Jazal's pity sometimes grew teeth. Maybe it would be better for them all if Jazal left him to his misery. But then...

Jazal dropped to his knees before him, paws groping up his inner thighs.

"Ajani," Jazal groaned, eyes unfocused, as he groped across his sheath. Ajani jerked in surprise, but couldn't bring himself to push him away. He gawped down at his older brother, pawing at his sheath. "All the women threw themselves at me, but even when I was breeding them, all I could think about was you." His head sunk down, wet nosetip mashed against his the swell of Ajani's loincloth. He drunkenly panted and drooled, tongue lapping across the rapidly-dampening fabric. "Handsome, strong Ajani." He inhaled again, wetly sucking in deep lungfuls of Ajani's musk. "I've wanted you for so long, but I've been too much a coward to service you like you deserve."

Ajani stared down, wide-eyed, at Jazal beneath him, kneeling between his spread legs. "Brother--" he said, and his voice choked in his throat. "You're drunk."

"Yes," Jazal said, agreeable.

"You don't really want to--" he started, hesitant.

"Every time you bathe I sneak down to the river and watch," Jazal said, golden eyes gleaming up at him. "I watch you sleep and wish I could be sleeping next to you. I've wanted you for years. I've felt guilty to be glad that no one has courted you, because if they did -- I'd be so jealous of them. I need you."

"I said, I would be a coward no longer -- but that was months ago." He laughed, wet, and smeared his nose against Ajani's sodden loincloth. "Oh, _fuck_, you're so _big_. I've seen it, but it's so much bigger." His hands groped across Ajani's swollen sheath, finally tugging his straining loincloth aside and letting his oversized flesh sag out.

At his words, Ajani couldn't help his gaze flitting to Jazal's cock. He was hard again, cock unsheathed and dripping as if he hadn't just spent the evening using it over and over again. And-- Ajani was used to his own size, cock a bulky thing that spanned nearly to his knees, that slowly and steadily grew fatter and fatter down its conical length until the base was a brutally-fat club that strained his sheath when he was fully unsheathed. Ajani's shaft was a pallid pink, closer to white than his brother's virile red. But Jazal's cock was... half his size. For a moment he was sure Jazal was just half-unsheathed, with more left, but the way his cock shuddered and trembled, flexing and pulsing as he lapped across his little brother's cock, showed that this was him at his peak. He'd known his cock was larger -- too large to be of use. It was fitting that he'd bring pain to anyone who wanted to mate him with his oversized club of a cock. But even knowing that, he hadn't realized just how much larger he was. Finally seeing someone else's hard cock up close, the comparison seemed absurd. Jazal was a breeding stud that all the women flocked to-- but even Jazal's fat, low-hanging balls fit neatly within his low-hanging sac. Ajani's sac was packed tight, bloated by the sheer bulk of his balls: huge, smooth swells, so huge they started to curl in on themselves in a warped kidney-bean shape, so huge they were perpetually forced up tight beneath his sheath.

He'd tried to avoid staring too much at the warriors when they stripped to bathe or prepare for battle. He'd noticed their balls were smaller, of course. And that his own sheath was larger. But he'd just thought he'd had a... saggy sheath, a tight sac. Just one more thing wrong with him, on top of the ghost-white fur. A cock more suited some forest beast than a noble Nacatl.

Jazal had never minded anything about him. Here, now, Jazal just buried his face against his lopsided sac, letting his bloated sheath loll across one ear, moaning as if it were his deepest desire. Ajani's cock pulsed from the touch of his forehead, smearing across it, and splattered out a messy tendril of pre across Jazal's mane. Jazal lapped higher, rasping tongue tugging on his sheathlips, catching against the barbs of his cock, and the next spume of pre was an indecorous fountain, gushing all across his muzzle and webbing down his whiskers.

"Any female in the tribe should be honored to lay with you," he said, hungrily lapping across Ajani's cock. "But since they've spurned you-- _I'll_ take the honor."

Jazal groaned and panted as he laved his tongue across Ajani's sac, tongue curling around his fat, fist-sized balls. He messily slurped one into his muzzle, moaning and grunting, and Ajani's untended cock gushed where it lay against his muzzle, splattering his face in thick ropes of pre. Already his face was more glazed than a night full of drinking and breeding had accomplished; just a few spurts and his fur was sodden and dripping.

"Oh, Ajani--!" Jazal groaned, humping against his calf. His cock was a hard line, jabbing hot and slick. Jazal's eyes fluttered shut, tongue lolling from his mouth to catch the messy runnels of pre coursing across his muzzle, and he came in ropy lines up Ajani's leg. He groaned, maw opening wide, and sunk himself down on Ajani's cock: tongue slurping around his barbed cocktip, mouth sloppily sucking.

It was the first time anyone else had ever touched his cock, and it was Jazal doing it. Maybe he would've wanted to feign expertise, but that was impossible with Jazal. Ajani gawped down at him, cock hammering. He curled his hands around Jazal's shoulders, feeling the sheer heft of his muscles. He was the kha of the whole tribe, but here he was, kneeling before him, almost desperately servicing his cock.

"But-- another man...? The warriors...?"

Jazal laughed around Ajani's cock and wetly spit it out, more so that he could lap up frothy runnels of pre along its barbed length than to answer. "The warriors...? It's a crime how they've spurned you. I've fucked just as many of our guardians as I have our women. Men are fine to fuck, they just don't make good wives." Jazal's golden gaze was suddenly very intense as he peered up at Ajani, even through his drunken haze. "I will make a good wife for Ajani, though."

A shocky thrill raced through Ajani at _wife_.

"I'll tend to all your needs," Jazal slurred around Ajani's cock, messily lapping along his gushing length. "I'll let you sink your cock into me any time you need relief. I'll let you breed me however you want."

Jazal's hands pumped along Ajani's mammoth cock, letting the barbs rasp under his palm, strokes squelching. Each stroke brought forth a messy plume of pre, hosing across Jazal's face until his golden mane was soaked to his skin in tawny heaps, fur sodden with frothy splatters. "Anyone should be honored to have you breed them with this tool, little brother," Jazal said. "They don't know what they're missing."

"Please," Jazal begged, dark lips sloppy across his cocktip, froth drooling from his muzzle, hands eagerly stroking the brutal base of his shaft. Heat curled tighter in Ajani's gut, twisting as Jazal kept pleading.

"Please give me your load. Drench me in your issue. Please, please--" his begging was cut off by the first spurt of cum, lancing into his open mouth and hitting the back of his throat with a wet _crack_. His voice was cut off in a hungry gurgle, tongue lapping along Ajani's spurting cock. Rather than savor it, though, he spat Ajani's cock out, hands stroking the pulsing length, and let it erupt all across his front.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Jazal groaned, messily lapping ropes of cum from the air, splattering all across his face and chest. "Claim Jazal as your bitch! Show the whole village how Ajani owns his big brother's ass!" A surge of heat rushed through Ajani, and he aimed his cock, letting his heavy load splatter across his front: painting his fur in thick, silvery-white ropes of cum, letting them soak down to the skin below. Drenching him in his scent for everyone to see.

Jazal's hands smeared across his chest, working Ajani's cum deeper, marking him. Shaky little moans burst from his throat with each ropy cord of cum that landed across his sodden fur. He almost sobbed when the messy eruptions finally started to ebb, only drizzling out weak burbles that oozed down Ajani's length, and he desperately leaned in, lapping along his softening shaft, to drink down the dregs of his load.

He nursed Ajani's cocktip as his length started to soften and retreat into his sheath, while Ajani lay there, still half-dazed, wondering if somehow the past hour had been some kind of total break from reality. Maybe he'd gone mad with lust; that would make more sense than Jazal, scion of the tribe, kneeling before him, eagerly rubbing his load into his coat.

Jazal rose up and straddled his oozing cock, letting the leg-thick bulk press between his thighs, slick cocktip prodding just beneath his tail. He kissed Ajani, eyes closed, voice just a low mumble: "You need to claim my ass. I've been thinking of it for so long, little brother." Ajani swallowed his shaky whimpers, tasting his own cum on Jazal's tongue, and that just make his cock lurch again, hosing out a final heavy squirt against his ass. Jazal moaned and ground down, tight asshole pressing down against his fat cocktip. Jazal grinned at him, face flushed, frothy cords of cum painted all up his muzzle. "Love you, little brother," he mumbled, and then collapsed on top of him, out like a light.

In Ajani had been a better man, perhaps he would have stopped. But instead tucked Jazal's snoring face under his chin, cradling him, and rutted forward, cock sliding between Jazal's thighs. Having his big brother's body laid out on top of him, every muscle huge, fur reeking of his load -- he fucked his thighs until he came with a roar, and drenched him front and back with his issue, until there wasn't an inch of his body not dripping with his little brother's load. Only then did he carry them to his bed.

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In the morning, Ajani was sure the last night had been a dream, if it wasn't for Jazal snuggled up to his chest. His fur was matted and crusted, reeking heavily of Ajani's issue, and he took a perverse pleasure in the rich scent that wafted up, cum still rich and damp where his load had soaked most thickly into his lush mane.

Watching him sleep on his chest was comforting, until he woke up enough to worry. Maybe it had all been a drunken mistake, and he'd be properly ashamed once he woke. Maybe the force of his worry woke Jazal, because it was only minutes later when he stirred and shifted, his yawn of waking turning into a pained whine.

Jazal whimpered, one hand pressed to his skull. "I drank too much."

"You did," Ajani agreed. If he drank enough to make his confession, who knew what he'd been like at the revel.

Jazal looked up at him, sly. "It was as much as I had to. I needed to fortify my courage." He looked at the rumpled sheets, stained with Ajani's excess, and ran a hand through his own crusted fur. A dusting of flakes drifted off his crunchy fur. "You haven't kicked me out of your bed...?" His voice was hesitant, hopeful, like _he_ was the one who had to worry. Ajani supposed they hadn't had much opportunity to speak of it last night, when Jazal had been drunk and demanding.

"I've been touching myself thinking of you since I started touching myself," Ajani admitted: something that had once seemed so shameful he could never speak of it to anyone, much less Jazal himself. It was much easier to confess with their naked bodies entwined, his fat sheath pressed against Jazal's side.

"Good," Jazal said. "I'd be jealous if you touched yourself thinking of Tenoch." Ajani bared his teeth in disgust.

Jazal pressed a soft, chaste kiss to his lips, more romantic than the lustful slobbering of last night. But then his mouth opened, tongue rasping over his lips, as his hands sought out Ajani's sheath, fat and heavy between them. Ajani let out a soft noise of surprise, but it was Jazal who pulled back, whining and pressing a hand to his head again.

"Once the hangover wears off, I need to suck your cock again," he said. "I've spent so long wanting it, now that I can have it I can't be without it."

Ajani laughed softly. Jazal wasn't the romantic type. Something like that would be the most he could hope for.

Ajani pressed a kiss against his forehead. "Of course, big brother," he said, and Jazal's maw broke open into a happy grin.

"I haven't let any of the warriors fuck me," Jazal said. "You need to be my first," he demanded. "You need to breed me like a warrior takes a wife."

Ajani stared at him, wide-eyed. His cock shuddered, fattening across Jazal's side. He swallowed heavily. "Of course, big brother," he repeated.