Chronicles of Garr: Born into Darkness
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Chronicles of Garr: Ascension into Maturity
I don't own any characters from the Breath of Fire series.
Please report major grammar/spelling errors.
Also, just for the sake of understanding/visual image, I'm gonna tell you that Garr/Gaist don't have their wings yet.
If you're reading this for the smut, just go to the end. The next chapter is where the real smutty stuff begins.
Other than that, enjoy.
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Garr would eventually accept Gaist as his mentor. In the first few months the teacher would demonstrate to his pupil how to speak. They would walk through Urkan Tapa, pointing at obs, ds, discussing their names and purposes. Garr could not learn the language quickly. Pronouncing the words when he did not even know how to use his voice was a major encumbrance. He gradually perfected the basics words and could easily pronounce them, given that they weren't numerous in syllables. He found the best way to speak would be to just avoid anything he couldn't pronounce, and it worked well for him.
They would eat once a day. Garr found that he had no particulasttaste in food. Gaist explained to him that people like themselves could not die of starvation or thirst, but they did have to eat in order to keep their strength at it's peak.
"Pee-pull like us?" He sounded like a child. Connecting two syllables fluently was troublesome for him.
"We are not like the people that exist around us. They are humans. If they were not to eat, they would surely die."
"Then what are we?" Garr knew Gaist and himself were different than the rest of the village. They were taller, and muscle-bound, their skin hardened and coTheyThey were almost monster-like compared to the others.
"We are guardians." Gaioastoasted with pride. "Servants of the Goddess Myria."
Garr remembered the many legends and tales he heard of Myria from Gaist. Apparently, it is she who saved him from the darkness. The mentor explained to his student of how in tribute, he must dedicate his soul to the duties of a guardian for the Goddess. He explained how it was the greatest gift to be in the service of Myria, and how fortunate he was.
Garr nodded. He believed everything.
"We should begin training you in combat. We've spent far too much time teaching you to speak."
Gaist led him to a field, secluded from the busy life of the village. Garr wielded his spear with clumsiness, not sure of how to use the device. Gaist showed him how to grip the spear, and demonstrated the simple horizontal thrust. Garr mimicked heacheacher, stabbing his spear into the air. Gaist slowly demonstrated a simple, upwards thrust from the ground. As Garr tried to imitate it, he swung his spear up too quickly. The blade of the spear sank into Garr's shoulder. His eyes gaped, wide open. The pain surged throughout his arms as he fell to his knees. He yelled out for his teacher. In response, Gaist pulled the blade out of Garr, causing him to scream in agony. His body slumped to the ground as he cried.
"It's.. it's coming out of me. It hurts.. help me, Gaist." Garr reached for him, and Gaist looked down in pity. He lifted Garr into his arms, and carried him back into the village.
He cried himself to sleep. Gaist's clothes were wet with tears. He stripped Garr of his clothing and treated his wound. He led him into his bed, and covered him with blankets, cushioning his head with a pillow. He moved to leave.
"Pu-leece don't lea-veh me. It still hurts."
Garr just looked at Gaist, fof nof need. Gaist looked down at Garr, his sympathy overwhelming him.. He climbed into the small bed with Garr, and leaned into the edge. The student pulled himself up against his master, his naked body against Gaist. Garr outlined his body against him, his arms in an embrace. Gaist felt comfort from within his student's grasp, and accepted the closeness.
The student had become accustomed leepleeping with Gaist. On the dark nights when the clouds banished the moon of it's light, he would stumble his way into Gaist's room. Like a child, he would climb in bed with him, seeking the relief of an older man's touch. Garr would always snuggle to Gaist, pulling his body against him. Gaist began to wonder when he would feel the urges that all mortals felt. He felt himself having them now. Garr's naked body would throw him into an erection, and it was his utmost wish to face Garr, and rub it against him, explaining what it meant. The sin of lust would come upon every Guardian, and it would never bring any good.
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Garr had begun to perfect his speaking ability, and was quickly mastering his skill with a spear. Gaist was most impressed with the progress he was making. He would soon be able to manage his guardian duties on his own, and Gaist would have to return to his post. Garr still had problems leaving Gaist's side. He would be filled with anxiety if something unknown would happen to him. He often hid behind Gaist as they crossed paths with the villagers.
The teacher also feared for his student's safely. War would erupt soon, and he was far from prepared to face it. He still had the mentality of a child. Perhaps Gaist had become too soft towards him.
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It was another dark night. Clouds covered the sky, banning light from the stars and moon. A naked Garr made his way into Gaist's room, and he pleaded company. Gaist casually shoved himself to the edge, allowing room for his student. The student pulled himself under the covers with his teacher, and laid against him.
Gaist wore nothing, which was unusual. Garr felt his skin collide with Gaist's, and truly felt him for the first time. He felt his hand against his mentor's skin, caressing the features that he found similar to his own. He heard Gaist's breathing grow louder.
Gaist could feel Garr's erection growing against him. It seemed that the student would realize that his closeness to his teacher has resulted in lust.
"Garr, do you understand what is happening to you?" Gaist still faced away from him.
"No." Garr was rubbing his hands over Gaist's side. "I have this overwhelming urge to be in contact with you."
It was as Gaist thought. Garr had physically developed into maturity.
"Do you want me to explain to you how these urges work?" Gaist faced himself towards Garr, his erection rubbing against him.
Garr swallowed hard, and hesitantly nodded.
He faced Garr, and pushed him onto his back. Gaist breathed deeply into Garr's neck, his hand pushing against the student's chest. "What you are experiencing is a physical reaction to another person." Gaist moved his hand lower, just below Garr's breast. "As I proceed lower, you should feel tension build within yourself." The teacher hissed into Garr's ear, his tongue dragging itself onto his throat. Garr had indeed felt his tension rise, letting out a deep moan. Gaist's hand now laid on his waist. "As I reach this point, you should feel anticipation burning deep inside you. "And this," Gaist reached further, taking Garr's stiffened member into his hand. "happens as a result."
Please report major grammar/spelling errors.
Also, just for the sake of understanding/visual image, I'm gonna tell you that Garr/Gaist don't have their wings yet.
If you're reading this for the smut, just go to the end. The next chapter is where the real smutty stuff begins.
Other than that, enjoy.
===================
Garr would eventually accept Gaist as his mentor. In the first few months the teacher would demonstrate to his pupil how to speak. They would walk through Urkan Tapa, pointing at obs, ds, discussing their names and purposes. Garr could not learn the language quickly. Pronouncing the words when he did not even know how to use his voice was a major encumbrance. He gradually perfected the basics words and could easily pronounce them, given that they weren't numerous in syllables. He found the best way to speak would be to just avoid anything he couldn't pronounce, and it worked well for him.
They would eat once a day. Garr found that he had no particulasttaste in food. Gaist explained to him that people like themselves could not die of starvation or thirst, but they did have to eat in order to keep their strength at it's peak.
"Pee-pull like us?" He sounded like a child. Connecting two syllables fluently was troublesome for him.
"We are not like the people that exist around us. They are humans. If they were not to eat, they would surely die."
"Then what are we?" Garr knew Gaist and himself were different than the rest of the village. They were taller, and muscle-bound, their skin hardened and coTheyThey were almost monster-like compared to the others.
"We are guardians." Gaioastoasted with pride. "Servants of the Goddess Myria."
Garr remembered the many legends and tales he heard of Myria from Gaist. Apparently, it is she who saved him from the darkness. The mentor explained to his student of how in tribute, he must dedicate his soul to the duties of a guardian for the Goddess. He explained how it was the greatest gift to be in the service of Myria, and how fortunate he was.
Garr nodded. He believed everything.
"We should begin training you in combat. We've spent far too much time teaching you to speak."
Gaist led him to a field, secluded from the busy life of the village. Garr wielded his spear with clumsiness, not sure of how to use the device. Gaist showed him how to grip the spear, and demonstrated the simple horizontal thrust. Garr mimicked heacheacher, stabbing his spear into the air. Gaist slowly demonstrated a simple, upwards thrust from the ground. As Garr tried to imitate it, he swung his spear up too quickly. The blade of the spear sank into Garr's shoulder. His eyes gaped, wide open. The pain surged throughout his arms as he fell to his knees. He yelled out for his teacher. In response, Gaist pulled the blade out of Garr, causing him to scream in agony. His body slumped to the ground as he cried.
"It's.. it's coming out of me. It hurts.. help me, Gaist." Garr reached for him, and Gaist looked down in pity. He lifted Garr into his arms, and carried him back into the village.
He cried himself to sleep. Gaist's clothes were wet with tears. He stripped Garr of his clothing and treated his wound. He led him into his bed, and covered him with blankets, cushioning his head with a pillow. He moved to leave.
"Pu-leece don't lea-veh me. It still hurts."
Garr just looked at Gaist, fof nof need. Gaist looked down at Garr, his sympathy overwhelming him.. He climbed into the small bed with Garr, and leaned into the edge. The student pulled himself up against his master, his naked body against Gaist. Garr outlined his body against him, his arms in an embrace. Gaist felt comfort from within his student's grasp, and accepted the closeness.
The student had become accustomed leepleeping with Gaist. On the dark nights when the clouds banished the moon of it's light, he would stumble his way into Gaist's room. Like a child, he would climb in bed with him, seeking the relief of an older man's touch. Garr would always snuggle to Gaist, pulling his body against him. Gaist began to wonder when he would feel the urges that all mortals felt. He felt himself having them now. Garr's naked body would throw him into an erection, and it was his utmost wish to face Garr, and rub it against him, explaining what it meant. The sin of lust would come upon every Guardian, and it would never bring any good.
-------
Garr had begun to perfect his speaking ability, and was quickly mastering his skill with a spear. Gaist was most impressed with the progress he was making. He would soon be able to manage his guardian duties on his own, and Gaist would have to return to his post. Garr still had problems leaving Gaist's side. He would be filled with anxiety if something unknown would happen to him. He often hid behind Gaist as they crossed paths with the villagers.
The teacher also feared for his student's safely. War would erupt soon, and he was far from prepared to face it. He still had the mentality of a child. Perhaps Gaist had become too soft towards him.
------
It was another dark night. Clouds covered the sky, banning light from the stars and moon. A naked Garr made his way into Gaist's room, and he pleaded company. Gaist casually shoved himself to the edge, allowing room for his student. The student pulled himself under the covers with his teacher, and laid against him.
Gaist wore nothing, which was unusual. Garr felt his skin collide with Gaist's, and truly felt him for the first time. He felt his hand against his mentor's skin, caressing the features that he found similar to his own. He heard Gaist's breathing grow louder.
Gaist could feel Garr's erection growing against him. It seemed that the student would realize that his closeness to his teacher has resulted in lust.
"Garr, do you understand what is happening to you?" Gaist still faced away from him.
"No." Garr was rubbing his hands over Gaist's side. "I have this overwhelming urge to be in contact with you."
It was as Gaist thought. Garr had physically developed into maturity.
"Do you want me to explain to you how these urges work?" Gaist faced himself towards Garr, his erection rubbing against him.
Garr swallowed hard, and hesitantly nodded.
He faced Garr, and pushed him onto his back. Gaist breathed deeply into Garr's neck, his hand pushing against the student's chest. "What you are experiencing is a physical reaction to another person." Gaist moved his hand lower, just below Garr's breast. "As I proceed lower, you should feel tension build within yourself." The teacher hissed into Garr's ear, his tongue dragging itself onto his throat. Garr had indeed felt his tension rise, letting out a deep moan. Gaist's hand now laid on his waist. "As I reach this point, you should feel anticipation burning deep inside you. "And this," Gaist reached further, taking Garr's stiffened member into his hand. "happens as a result."